Aurora's POV
The stench in the cell was unbearable. It was a mix of vomit, sweat, and damp rot that clung to the air and crawled into my nose no matter how much I tried to hold my breath.
I sat on the cold floor, hugging my knees to my chest, and tried not to let the nausea win.
My mind swirled with anger as Greg’s face flashed before my eyes, his confident smirk, his cold calculations.
“Stupid Greg," I spat out his name like it was poison. "I should have known better. What was I even thinking?”
Memories of the moments I let myself believe his words flooded back.
Lies. All lies.
The words poured out of me, each one sharper than the last. "I trusted him! I trusted every stupid lie that came out of his mouth. And now look at me, stuck in this hellhole while he’s probably sitting comfo
