Ava’s POV

I know when to let go—at least, I thought I did. But with Orion, it's different.

The drive back to the suite felt longer than it actually was. Each mile seemed to stretch further than the last, my mind replaying the moment when Orion had looked at me with that burning intensity. It was as though he wanted to drag me back into the mess he’d created, even after everything had unraveled.

And Chloe—she was the sharp edge of a knife, always there to twist the wound just when I thought I could heal. She had known exactly how to bait me. That smirk—how could I ever forget...