Aurora’s pov
I stared at Emette and Damon, arms crossed tight over my chest, waiting for one of them to speak. The image of what happened at the store kept replaying in my head—Damon’s arm suddenly around my waist, calling me his girlfriend like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You know, if looks could kill, Emette would already be six feet under with the way you’re staring at us,” Damon said, amusement lacing his voice.
“You’re right,” Emette added, leaning back with a lazy grin. “She’s staring a little too intensely.”
I didn’t smile. “So… am I getting an explanation? Why did your boyfriend call me his girlfriend in front of my ex?”
Emette’s half-smile softened. “Because I told him to. I saw the way you froze when you spotted that guy. He was your ex, right? The situation
