Calvin’s POV
Orion turned toward the door, his steps slow but final, his posture screaming of a man who had already made up his mind.
But I couldn’t let him leave. Not yet.
“Wait,” I said, my voice firm despite the turmoil inside me. “You can’t send me away. Not yet.”
Orion didn’t turn back. His hand rested on the door handle, fingers curling around the polished metal. “And why not?” His tone was flat, cold.
“Because Kamrynn has my children.”
The words came out more desperate than I intended, my chest tightening at the mere thought of being permanently shut out of their lives.
Orion’s grip on the handle tightened, the muscles in his back tensing beneath his shirt. But he didn’t turn. He didn’t even acknowledge my words in the way I had hoped. Instead, he responded with quiet, brutal
