Orion’s POV
“Orion?” The sweet angelic voice comes from our bedroom door. Her head is poking out, her long dark hair cascading next to the door frame. “Is everything OK, I heard some yelling?” Her voice calms me as I close my eyes, my hands still gripped on Onyx’s throat.
“Everything is fine, Darling.” I let go, causing Annan letting go a large breath he was holding.
“Thank you, Hera,” he prays. Onyx starts to cough and rub his neck while glancing back at Willa. Rage starts to fill me knowing he is sizing her up and a small smirk plays on his lips. He doesn’t know I can read his aura, his ill intentions, his hatred.
“I’m sorry, didn’t know we had company,” she starts to duck back into the room. “Come Darling, I want you to meet someone.” She blushes and looks back into our room.
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