Aurora's POV
I walked back and forth in my room, my thoughts tangling with every step. The incident earlier with Bianca's innocent question and Greg's mother's curious look continued to haunt me.
My heart had almost stopped when Bianca asked what "kidnapped" meant. My lie about a "knit-hat" had barely worked, and even now, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Maxen had told Greg everything that happened.
But I hadn’t seen him since he pushed me out of his study. It wasn’t comforting. It was suffocating.
I had locked myself in this room, too scared to face the world beyond the door. But that didn’t stop my mind from racing, planning.
Every step I took back and forth, I thought about how I could get the hell out of here.
I could break a window. No, too loud. I could pretend to be sick. Wo
