Aurora’s POV
The smile I’d been wearing slipped away the second I heard raised voices drifting down the hallway. Emette and Damon. Again. My steps slowed, then pulled me closer to the half-open door despite the knot forming in my stomach. I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but the anger in their tones wrapped around me like a warning.
“I’m done hiding us, Emette!” Damon’s voice cracked with frustration. “If you’re not proud to be my boyfriend, maybe we should just end this.”
My eyes widened. No. They can’t. I pressed a hand to the wall, breath catching. Those two had always been my quiet proof that something real could survive in this messy world.
Emette’s reply came sharper. “Why are you being like this? You’re being unreasonable—stubborn. You know society will never accept us. What happens when
