Orion’s POV
After I told Anya to go wait in her office, I stood there for a moment, staring at the spot where she had just been. My jaw was tight. She thought I would believe that weak lie about her hand? An accident? Anyone could see it wasn’t an accident. The burn was too fresh, too raw. And the way she pulled her hand back so quickly… someone had done something.
I pressed the intercom. “Jamie. My office. Now.”
A few seconds later, Jamie walked in. He looked nervous, like he already knew this wasn’t going to be a friendly conversation.
I folded my arms and looked him straight in the eye. “What happened to Anya’s hand?”
He hesitated. That annoyed me immediately.
“Jamie,” I said slowly, my voice dropping, “I’m not going to ask twice.”
He glanced at the door, then at me, swallowing h
