Aurora’s POV
“Aurora, you aren’t supposed to be here.”
Lucian’s voice drifted toward me as he stepped closer, but I couldn’t move. My shoes felt like they were nailed to the floor. I waited for the world to glitch, for the scene to dissolve like a bad dream, but the air remained cold and the smell of that woman’s perfume lingered. I had just watched his lips press against hers—the same lips that had whispered promises to me only weeks ago.
“Aurora,” he said again.
I forced my eyes up to his. My vision blurred, the room turning into a smear of colors as heat gathered behind my eyelids. I searched his face, desperate to find a flicker of the man I knew, but he looked like a stranger wearing my boyfriend's skin.
“Actually, it’s a good thing you’re here,” Liam interjected. I turned my hea
