Evelyn
Thaddeus stares up at Orion, clearly bracing for his wrath.
Orion scratches the back of his neck, looking awkward, like it physically hurts him to apologize. I step closer to Thaddeus, who still waits for Orion to explode. I reach for his face, his eyes flicking up to mine.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I tell him.
His brows furrow, and he shakes his head. “I killed him. Aren’t you mad?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Thaddeus. Even the news anchor called you a hero. You saved three people,” Orion says, his voice finally steady. Thaddeus stares at him, stunned.
Orion looks away. Thaddeus’s lips twitch, a small smile creeping in.
“You call that an apology?” he asks, just as Ryland steps into the room, leaning on the doorframe. He pulls out his phone, making my eyebrows draw
