Orion's POV
I woke with a jolt, my heart still hammering from the heated, chaotic rush of last night. The sheets beside me were empty, and I quickly scanned the room, only to find it completely still. My breath caught in my throat as panic hit me like a wave.
Where is she?
I shot out of bed, barely able to focus as I fumbled with my shirt, my mind racing. Ava. She couldn’t have just—she couldn’t have left. I had to make sure everything was okay.
I threw my shirt on, haphazardly buttoning it, my mind spinning as I fastened my belt. I grabbed my phone, dialing her number urgently, but the line went straight to voicemail. I cursed under my breath, dialing again. Same result. My pulse quickened. What did I have to do for her to really see me? To understand what I was trying to do?