Anya’s POV
The elevator finally dinged, and the doors slid open. I stepped out first, my heels clicking softly against the carpeted floor, but I could feel Orion right behind me. The air felt thick, almost heavy, like the hallway itself had been holding its breath after everything that had happened. Neither of us said a word. Not because we didn’t want to, but because there was too much unsaid, too much that didn’t have words yet.
When we reached the suite, I paused at the door. My hands trembled slightly as I fumbled with the keycard. “Thank you,” I said again, my voice softer this time, almost a whisper. He nodded once, his expression unreadable, like he thought saving me was the most natural thing in the world. My chest tightened. I wanted to say more, to explain how scared I’d been,
