Orion's POV
The cold air struck me as I stepped outside, slamming the door behind me. My hands were clenched at my sides, and my breathing was irregular. Grace's screams still echoed in my ears.
I raked my hand through my hair, trying to gather some control over myself. This was to be our Wedding night. But I had just walked out feeling suffocated by a woman I once thought I wanted.
Anger coiled inside my chest. I needed to talk to someone.
Without thinking, I pulled out my phone and called the one number I should have avoided.
Layla.
It rang three or four times before she picked up.
"What do you want, Orion?" Her voice was sharp, on edge.
I exhaled and worked to keep my voice level. "I just...needed to talk."
Silence stretched on the line. In the background, I
