Chapter 88 - The Wrong Choice

Orion’s POV

Ava looked at me with wide-eyes, every shred of calm she had been clinging to shattered. I wanted to explain—wanted to tell her everything—but my throat locked. My answer was enough to strip us bare.

“You sent me your location, remember?”

She froze. Her eyes narrowed as confusion danced across her features. Why was she surprised? Why was she confused?

The memory of last night burned vividly in my mind—haunting, relentless.

It started that morning. I had barely slept. Chloe had been waiting for me, sprawled on the chaise lounge in her silk robe, a calculated look in her eyes. “Stay with me,” she whispered, her voice smooth as honey, her hands grazing my wrist.

I pulled back sharply, the revulsion bubbling to the surface. “Not today, Chloe.”

“But you promised,” she reminded me, standing and crossing the space between us. “You said you’d choose me over and over again.”