Aurora stepped back, still holding my waist, her smile polite. "Hi, I'm Aurora, Evan's mate. If you're ever in Favalon, come visit."
Isla bit her lip, silent, and didn't stop us as we left.
As we walked out side by side, she collapsed, coughing up blood.
Grace was waiting outside, and I could tell she'd had a bad feeling the moment Aurora showed up.
When we started to leave, she blocked our path without thinking. "Evan, you're leaving already? Who's this?"
I had more patience for Grace than Isla, but only just. After overhearing what went down at the Dewitt estate that night, I couldn't look at her the same.
Her tone wasn't exactly friendly, so I kept mine clipped. "Isla and I are done. This is my mate, Aurora."
Aurora gave a polite nod, but Grace wasn't in the mood to reciprocate.
