Orion's POV

The heavy door slammed shut behind me, the echo bouncing through the hallway. Ava's mocking laughter still echoed in my ears, burning like a taunt I couldn't shake.

My breath came in ragged gasps, each one fueling the storm that raged within me. She’d played me—again—and I hated her for it, just as much as I hated myself for falling into her web.

I blame my father for this. For giving her so much leverage and now, she thinks she's some hot shot?

But hatred wasn’t enough. I needed action. Control. She thought she could keep me on edge, dancing to the tune of her whims, but I...