I should have screamed. I should have reached for the knife I kept in my drawer or called for Ellie.
I should have done something other than just stand there, wrapped in nothing but a towel, staring at the angel in my bathroom.
But I didn't.
Because the second he looked at me really looked at me, something inside me locked into place. Like I'd been paralyzed from the neck down. I wasn't afraid- just shocked
Orion smirked like he could hear my thoughts. "You're not afraid of me."
It wasn't a question.
I swallowed hard, tightening the towel around me. "Should I be?"
His gaze flickered like he found my response amusing. "Most people would be."
I lifted my chin. "I'm not most people."
His smirk deepened. "No, you're not."
The way he said those words made my skin prickle like he was peeling back layers I hadn't even realized I had.
I took a shaky breath, trying to gather myself. "What do you want?"
Orion sighed, his broad shoulders shifting. "You," he said simply.
