Aurora's POV
Greg’s kiss lingered in my mind for longer than I cared to admit. Throughout the morning , the faint brush of his lips against my forehead replayed in my thoughts, but I shook it off every time.
I had bigger things to worry about.
The air in the house was tense, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. I went to my room after breakfast to try to clear my head, but the silence only fueled the turmoil inside me.
Greg was a puzzle I couldn’t solve. One moment, he was tender and protective, like when he kissed me, and the next, he was a ruthless mafia don, cold and calculating.
The way he held power over everyone in this house—it was terrifying. And yet, here I was, treated like a guest, or worse, a prisoner he didn’t want to admit he cared about.
As the hou
