Orion’s POV:
My grip on my phone tightened, the plastic casing creaking under the pressure. If I squeezed any harder, I’d crack it in half.
The migraine had been pounding at the base of my skull all day, and it was only getting worse.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep.
Or the fact that I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday evening.
Or maybe… it was something else entirely.
The same dull, aching emptiness that had settled inside me ever since she had left. Instead of decreasing in intensity however, it felt more like as though with every passing day...my yearning for grew more.
“What a s**t show,” Kenji muttered from beside me, shoving his gun back into its holster.
I glanced up at the rearview mirror, meeting Zyon’s equally exhausted gaze as he drove.
“Boss,” Kenji called out. “Let
