Aurora's POV
Dinner that evening was tense. I didn’t know why, but Greg looked off. He was unusually quiet, his fork barely scraping against his plate, and he refused to meet my eyes.
His usual intimidating presence felt… distant. Bianca tried to engage him in conversation, but his answers were short, almost dismissive. Even his mother's attempts to spark conversation fell flat.
It wasn’t like him to stay this quiet, and it made me feel anxious.
I dared a quick look at him, only to find his dark eyes quickly darting away, almost as if he had been caught staring at me.
My heart skipped, but not from attraction—it was fear, plain and simple. He hadn’t said much to me since locking me in that awful room earlier.
What was he thinking? Was he planning something worse?
I could feel the te
