Dalia's POV
The tension in the hallway was suffocating as Orion and I approached the Jeremy's office. My stomach churned with anxiety. Without concrete evidence, I felt like I was walking into a trap of my own making.
"What exactly are we going to tell him?" I whispered as we neared the heavy wooden door.
Orion's jaw was set in a hard line. "We tell him exactly what she did to you," he replied, his voice carrying that dangerous edge I'd come to recognize.
I grabbed his arm, stopping him mid-stride. "Orion, this won't work. The Jeremy already warned me that one more incident would get me expelled. I can't risk this without proof."
But Orion wasn't listening anymore. His attention had shifted to a familiar figure lurking near the office entrance. Rosalia spotted us at the same moment, her expression shifting from surprise to pure rage in seconds.
"You backstabbing witch!" Rosalia snarled, marching straight toward us.
