Orion's POV

I watched from the upstairs window as she left with him. Ava—laughing, leaning into Connor, her face flushed with that carefree glow that felt like poison.

My hands tightened on the sill until my knuckles went white. I didn’t know why I was standing there, why I felt compelled to follow. But the very thought of her with another man sparked a fury so deep, so fierce, that I couldn't turn away.

She doesn’t have the right to be happy—not after what she did to my family, after she dragged me back into this mess. She forfeited that chance a long time ago.

But there I was, slipping...