Ava’s POV

The moment the door clicked shut, my knees gave out, and I sank onto the bed, my heart still racing in my chest. My head aches from the effects of the alcohol and Orion's loud outburst.

I pressed my hand against my lips, as if I could erase the sensation of Mason’s kiss—or worse, the way Orion’s words still lingered in my mind.

“You want me.”

I shook my head, trying to push it all away. I didn’t know what to feel anymore. Orion infuriated me, terrified me, consumed me. And yet, when he looked at me like that—with that possessive fire burning in his eyes—I couldn’t breathe....