Anya’s POV
I jumped, a wave of panic running through me. It was Orion. “Have you picked up my clothes?” His voice was calm, but I could sense the edge beneath it, the kind that made me obey instantly.
“Yes, sir,” I replied quickly, my voice trembling. “I’ve delivered them to your house and… I’m about to leave now.”
“Good,” he said, flat and cold. That was all. No further questions, no probing, no acknowledgment of what I’d just done, or that I’d even been in his room.
I quickly stepped back from the bedside table, my heart still pounding in my chest. With the suits neatly in place, I hurried down the stairs and out of the mansion, my legs moving almost faster than I could control. My body felt on fire with adrenaline, a mixture of fear, guilt, and shame. I couldn’t let him know I had t
