(Isolde's POV)
Orion's gaze landed on me, steady and direct.
"Tonight," he said. "Would you want to come to my place?"
My brain stopped working for a second.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
Then his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He glanced at the screen and answered it.
"Yeah." His voice was flat.
"Orion!" The voice on the other end was loud enough that I could hear it clearly. Tristan. "Yacht party tonight. You in?"
"No," Orion said without hesitating. "I've got work."
"You always have work," Tristan groaned. "I've tried to get you out three times this month and you've bailed every single time. Come on. I just finished my mating ceremony, man. You can't even show up for that?"
Orion's jaw tightened slightly.
"You just marked your mate," he said. "You should be home."
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