Aurora's POV
I froze. I couldn’t move. My heart thumped so loudly that I was sure everyone at the table could hear it. The look on his face, the edge in his tone—it was enough to send me running for the hills. But I had nowhere to go. The mansion was a prison, and right now, Greg was the one in charge.
“Aurora!” he barked again, louder this time, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts.
I jumped up so fast that my chair made a screeching noise against the floor. My legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself to follow him. I walked behind him in silence, my head spinning with all the possible outcomes of this conversation.
Should I just… apologize to him? The thought hit me, but I immediately shook it off.
Apologize to him? To Greg? The audacity. He didn’t deserve it. But then another
