NYRA’S POV

I hadn’t expected to find him waiting with a sinister suspiciously annoying smile on his face. Orran sat like he owned the place because technically he kind of did and his face wore that slow, satisfied look that made my skin crawl. Jaxon was standing by my side too, now walking closer to take a seat a few spaces away from his father but he looked half-dead with worry, like he’d been stuffing his fear down so long it had gone hard inside him. He kept glancing at me and then ...