Twisted Reflection
“Don’t flinch,” Dante muttered, brushing his fingers across mine as we went farther into the chapel.
"I'm not flinching," I said, even though my heart was pounding like thunder in my chest. "I'm doing the math."
He said, "Good." "Because this could go to hell very quickly."
The doors crashed shut behind us with a loud, echoing boom. Sofia was safe with Giovanni, who was hiding in a vehicle outside, but I needed her in my arms so badly. Just in case this was the last time I ever took a breath.
Aurora went forward from the steps of the altar. Same chestnut hair. Same eyes. Same voice. But none of the warmth I recalled from childhood bits.
“You came,” she murmured with a faint, cold smile.
“We didn’t have a choice,” I answered grimly.
She c****d her head. “Wron
