Fiona
At that moment, I also wanted to press him for more, to demand answers and know what he was up to, but then he turned his heels and strode out, leaving me with more questions than before.
I let out a sigh of relief as soon as the door was slammed shut. I had barely processed his words when the door burst open again.
This time, it was Orion who stormed in like a hurricane, his tall powerful frame radiating nothing but anger. His eyes, identical to mine, settled on my face as they burned with rage. His jaw clamped shut and set into a from line.
“What the hell were you thinking, Fiona?” His voice thundered across the room.
If I was doubting earlier that I was in trouble with him. Then maybe it would have been clear now as he had called me by my name, which he rarely ever does.
