Anya’s POV
Something dark flashed in Orion's eyes, like a storm cloud rolling in fast. I didn't expect it at all when he lunged forward, his big hand grabbing Phillipe's collar tight, bunching up the fabric. With one strong push, he slammed Phillipe back against the desk.
The wood creaked under the impact, papers scattering everywhere, fluttering to the floor like scared birds. Phillipe gasped, his body hitting hard, but he didn't back down. His eyes swung to me, full of pure venom, glaring like he wanted to burn me alive.
Before I could even move or think, his hand shot out. He snatched the steaming mug of coffee I'd brought in earlier for Orion—it was still hot, the steam rising in lazy curls, the rich smell filling the air. He hurled it right at me, the dark liquid splashing out in a
