Anya’s POV
After Orion left my room, panic set in—real, genuine panic that made my hands shake and my stomach twist into knots so tight I thought I might be sick.
I had just kissed a man that wasn’t my husband.
The thought kept repeating in my head like a broken record, over and over until it was all I could think about. I kissed him. I kissed Orion. I’m married and I kissed another man. It didn’t matter that Kennedy and I had problems, that our marriage was falling apart at the seams, that he’d hurt me in ways I was still trying to process. None of that mattered. What mattered was that I’d crossed a line, and there was no taking it back.
Kennedy would kill me if he found out.
And I meant that almost literally. The thought of what he might do if he ever discovered what had happened t
