Elara's POV
I told Samuel I'd let the whole idea of confronting Orion go. For now, at least. There didn't seem to be a version of that conversation that ended anywhere useful.
We were still waving down a cab when I saw him.
Orion, cutting across the plaza toward the mall entrance, Lily's small hand in his. A few steps behind them, a man in full racing gear was talking fast, clearly mid-report, the kind of posture that only comes from delivering news to someone who outranks you. Orion listened without slowing his stride, steered Lily through the revolving doors, and disappeared inside.
The anger hit before I'd finished processing what I was looking at.
The racing suit. The soft, unguarded way he'd been looking down at Lily. That small, satisfied curl at the corner of his mouth, the one
