Anya’s POV
Chase—Orion—standing right in front of me like some dark shadow that had taken shape in my doorway. His face was unreadable, carved in stone, and his eyes… cold. So cold they almost made my skin prickle.
I shot up from the chair so quickly it scraped against the floor. Fear punched through my chest when I remembered Kennedy’s threat from last night. I bowed my head, my voice shaking as I whispered, “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean—”
He lifted a hand sharply.
“Enough.”
That one word froze me in place.
He looked like he had stepped straight out of some expensive magazine. A black suit, perfectly fitted, with a black shirt underneath that made him look dangerously elegant… like the devil dressed for a business meeting. His jaw was clean-shaven, his hair neat, not even one stran
