Page 68 of They Are Mine

I step back, take one last look, then turn on my heel and slip out the door.

Silent. Satisfied.

By the time she finds the message, I’ll already be home.

And Orion? He’ll never even know I was here.

But he’ll feel it.

Because tomorrow, when his tags are in his gym bag, he’ll think it was her idea.

He’ll think she finally saw reason.

And he’ll think…

He’s free.

Because of me.

Because I fix things.

And I always take care of what’s mine.

The next day, work is a nightmare.

Not because of deadlines. Not because of coworkers.

Because I’m too damn busy to slip out early, and the tags?

The tags are still in my purse. Still not with Orion, where they need to be.

I hate when things aren’t where they belong.

And on top of that?

Tammy has been messaging Orion all day.

Stupid bitch.

She never even shut off her stolen phone.

So now I get to watch her descent into panic.

Text after text, unraveling in real time.

Who the fuck is she, Orion?

You got a crazy whore breaking into my house?!

She took your tags.

That one.

That one gets me.

She ruined it.

I wasn’t ready for him to know they were missing.

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