Orion’s POV
The tires groaned against the gravel as I pushed the gas to its limits, speeding down a narrow, winding road that cut through the dense trees like a forgotten path. The headlights barely pierced the dark as the trees pressed in, ominous and suffocating. It was faster than taking the main highway through Varsen City, faster by almost an hour—but it still didn’t feel fast enough.
I kept my eyes glued to the digital clock glowing faintly on the dashboard.
9:20 PM.
Aria should’ve been home by now. Both she and Irina. My chest felt tight, every second dragging like a weight tied to my ribs.
Klaus sat beside me, his posture tense, one leg bouncing restlessly while his fingers drummed against his knee in sharp, uneven taps. His usually calm demeanor was nowhere to be seen. He loo
