Aurora's POV
The cool night air brushed against my face as I stormed out of the restaurant.
I just couldn’t sit there for another second, watching Greg flirt with that woman as if I were invisible.
My chest burned with anger, my thoughts spiraling out of control.
Leaning against the car, I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. I didn’t know where to begin.
What was I even doing here? In a city I didn’t know, surrounded by dangerous people, with Greg who had turned my life upside down.
The sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts, and I didn’t have to look to know it was Greg.
“Aurora,” he said, his voice steady. “Why did you leave?”
I kept my eyes forward, refusing to meet his gaze. “Why do you think, Greg?”
“Well, I don’t know,” he said, his tone even. “That’s why I’m askin
