Aurora's POV
I sat awkwardly on the couch, my heart pounding so loud I was sure Greg could hear it. He was crouched down in front of me, leaning in close with his eyes boring into mine.
His last words had my thoughts racing—I didn't know what to say or do, and that made it so much worse.
Just then, he stood up and started pacing the room like a caged lion, his jaw tight, his hands balled into fists.
The silence in the room was unbearable.
“Greg,” I began softly, my voice barely above a whisper, “I…”
He turned to face me, his glare sharp enough to pin me in place. “Don’t,” he snapped. “Don’t say a word until I’ve figured out how to deal with you and this… this mess!”
I flinched at the harshness in his tone, my throat tightening. Everything had spiraled out of control—the key, the fil
