Orion’s POV
When Anya stood up from the table, holding her dress like she was trying to hide the stain, something twisted inside me. Something tight. Something I didn’t want to acknowledge.
She didn’t say a word — she just kept her head down and walked to the restroom like she was trying to be invisible.
I watched her go until the door swung shut behind her.
The air around the table changed immediately.
Kaia sat there with that satisfied little smirk on her lips, swirling her wine glass like she’d just won some kind of battle. She wasn’t even pretending to feel bad.
My jaw tightened.
She must’ve felt my stare, because her smirk slowly slipped.
And then I spoke.
“What the hell was that?” My voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. The cold was enough.
Kaia straightened a bit, blin
