Bailey POV
For a moment, I freeze.
I know that voice. I would recognize it anywhere.
It's the same voice that once whispered sweet nothings but later spat accusations.
It's the same voice that tried to convince me I was the problem, that my love was suffocating.
I turn slowly, and there he is.
Nolan stands a few feet away, dressed in expensive casual wear that screams "look at me."
His jaw is tight and eyes blazing with something that looks dangerously close to rage barely held in check.
"Nolan." His name tastes bitter on my tongue.
Orion's hand tightens around mine, his body shifting subtly to put himself slightly in front of me. The protective gesture doesn't go unnoticed by Nolan, whose gaze drops to our joined hands.
Something between contempt and anger flickers in his eyes.
