Aurora’s POV
“You never know—maybe he really is just here for work,” I said softly, watching Emette pace back and forth across the bedroom floor like a caged animal.
“You don’t get it, Aurora!” Emette burst out, throwing his hands up in sheer frustration. “That Aaron guy wants Damon, and I’m damned if Damon can’t even see it! I mean, the guy f*****g reads minds, so why can’t he see what’s right in front of him?!”
“Maybe because Aaron isn’t thinking about him the way you think he is,” I reasoned gently.
“No way. If they were close back in school, Aaron would know about his mind-reading. He probably found some sick way to block Damon out,” Emette said, violently pushing his hair back from his face. He caught himself, taking a sharp breath, before dropping his arms. “But then again... why
