Oblivious to Caspian’s presence, Orion stepped closer to Perdita, his expression contorted with anger. “I want my money, Perdita,” he spat, his tone venomous. “You’re going to make sure I get it.”

Caspian immediately moved between the two, his towering frame looming over Orion’s. His voice was low but firm. “Step back right now, Orion. Thirty years of friendship means nothing if you don’t. And believe me, you don’t want a reminder of which one of us is ...