Demetri’s point of view
I walked into the room holding the tray of rice and soup I had prepared for Aurora. I crossed my brows when I saw her standing next to my shelf, in front of my mirror.
Shit. What is she looking at?
“Aurora?” she flinched as I called her name, “What are you doing there?”
I dropped the tray of food on the table and rushed to where she stood, “Aurora, I called again, this time in a firm and rigid tone, even though my insides were in shambles.
She turned to me slowly, holding a blue napkin
Darmit, she is holding two blue napkins, one is hers, but the other isn’t.
I licked my lips as I lifted my gaze to Aurora’s eyes. I could see a bit of doubt in her eyes. s**t… has she found out?
“Whose…” she asked and paused, “Whose is this?”
I exhaled as I held her gaze and
