This whole story isn't clear. Something isn't adding up. Why can't I accept what they said? Why does my whole body reject it? They're Louise's enemies anyway. What if this is just another plan to break Louise apart? Stir up conflict again?
Can you just stop this rubbish?" Orion finally snapped, anger rising sharp and unfiltered in his tone. "Who the hell asks someone a question like this? Holding their neck like you're trying to interrogate me? Is this a question or a fucking threat?"
Desmond's jaw clenched. "Do you think I'm joking here?" he hissed, though the anger in his voice contrasted painfully with the clear worry in his eyes. His hand around Orion's neck wasn't tight....barely applying pressure....just resting there like he was terrified that if he gripped an inch harder, he'd snap Orion's neck by mistake.
