Aurora's POV
The door suddenly creaked open, and I stiffened in my chair.
My eyes stayed on the peeling paint on the wall in front of me, refusing to acknowledge the man stepping into the room.
I didn’t need to look to know it was Kevin. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, the kind of sound that always made my skin crawl.
“Aurora,” he said, his voice calm but carrying that hint of control he always had. “Why aren’t you eating? The meals are there for you, yet every tray comes back untouched.”
I didn’t answer right away. I wasn’t in the mood for his games.
When I finally turned to face him, my glare was sharp. “Because I don’t want anything from a monster like you,” I snapped.
Kevin sighed like I was a child who didn’t understand anything. “Aurora, you’ve got this all wrong,” he sai
