Ember Frost’s POV

As the last of the emotions settled, an awkward silence crept in between us.

Orion was still holding my hand, but he wouldn't look at me. Instead, he stared intently at the murals covering the sanctuary walls, as if they'd suddenly become the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.

The faint blush creeping across his ears gave him away.

I had to bite back a smile.

The longer the silence stretched, the more uncomfortable he seemed to become. Before it could swallow us ...