Friday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.
THE SUN HAD LONG-SINCE set by the time Orion was able to make it back to the property.
He hated events like this.
Mateo had assured him everything at the hostel was taken care of. Even Maria had assured him that she'd seen to making sure Jennifer had dinner delivered to her room.
He should have reached out. Something.
Instead, he'd paced the hospital waiting room until news came that his guest was going to pull through.
It could have been a different ending.
He pulled his car into the garage and leaned forward over the wheel.
Why? Why was it worth the risk?
He'd never know.
The distant sounds of music pulsed.
No part of him wanted to go to the main house, but that was where he was expected to be.
Reluctantly, he got out of the car
