Ava’s POV

The car ride back to the penthouse was quiet, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Orion held my hand as if afraid I’d disappear, his thumb brushing softly against my knuckles. His strong presence calmed me, yet the events at his mother’s mansion lingered in my mind. The venom in her words, the threats, and that haunting smile—it was like a storm waiting to break.

We stepped into the elevator, and I finally broke the silence. “She’s unstable mentally. Do you think she’ll try something?”

“She will,” Orion admitted without hesitation. His jaw tightened as he stared at the elevator doors. “But it won’t matter. She’s contained now....