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. I couldn’t think.
Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t let him do this to me. I wouldn’t let him win. Whatever game Orion thought he was playing, I wasn’t a pawn. I wasn’t his to control.
But deep down, in a place I didn’t want to acknowledge, I couldn’t deny the truth.
I was afraid… not of him, but of myself.