He lowered his gaze, guilt flickering across his face as he nodded. “For years, I followed his orders. But recently… someone else approached me. He offered more money. Said I had to fix what had been done and restore your vision.”
My fingers curled tightly. “Who was it?”
The doctor hesitated, then slid a small slip of paper toward me. “He didn’t want his name revealed. But he left this number. He said… you’d recognize his voice.”
Later that day, after hours of pacing and wrestling with my thoughts, I finally dialed the number. My heart pounded as the call connected.
“Sienna.”
The voice was calm, deep — achingly familiar.
“Orion…” I whispered.
A low chuckle came from the other end. “Second-guessing your decision now?”
I closed my eyes, my grip tightening around the phone. “Why would you do this?”
“Because I never stopped caring,” he replied simply. “Did you really think I’d let him ruin you completely? I told you before — Nikolai never deserved you.”