Orion's POV

I sat in my office, my fingers tapping steadily against the arm of my chair, my mind consumed by the memory of Ava storming out. Her angry words echo in my head, but it’s the look on her face that lingers the most—the raw fury mixed with confusion, the fire in her eyes.

She thinks she understands me, that she has me figured out, but she’s just another player in a game she can’t even begin to comprehend.

My grip tightens around the armrest, and a surge of emotions hits me, ones I can’t quite place. Part of me wants to see her break, wants to see her...