Orion’s POV

A meeting with Theo had already been scheduled. Yet, I couldn’t sit still.

Throughout the goddamn meeting, my foot tapped rhythmically against the marble floor beneath the table, a nervous tick I didn’t bother to suppress. My thumb rubbed absently over my cufflink, every nerve in my body taut. The discussion had devolved into monotonous chatter about models and contracts, but my mind? It was a battlefield.

Ava. Mason.

The image of him standing close to her—too close—burned behind my eyes like acid. Why the hell was he still looming around her? I had warned him. I had made it crystal clear that if he didn’t stay the...