Aurora's POV
The moment I stepped off the plane, a rush of cold air hit my face.
Slovenia.
A city I never thought I would return to, but here I was.
As I walked through the airport, a group of familiar men stood waiting for me.
The Bullet Club.
“Welcome to Slovenia, Aurora,” one of them said with a grin.
Sting wasn’t with them, but I didn’t expect him to be. He was a busy man, running things here just like Greg did back home.
They helped me with my bags and led me to a black SUV parked outside.
The ride was smooth, but my mind wasn’t.
I stared out of the window, thinking about everything I had left behind.
Greg. Lucian. The secret I was carrying.
It was too much. But maybe a fresh start was what I needed.
When we arrived, they took me into a well-furnished apartment. It wasn’
