Aurora’s POV
I ran down the hall with tears still spilling over like I had no say in the matter; my mother’s voice kept chasing me, no matter how much I ran.
I didn’t care about anything except getting out of that house before I broke completely.
I turned the corner and slammed into something hard. It knocked
the air out of me. I stumbled back, and a hand snapped around my arm to hold me up.
I looked up. And as if my day could not get any worse, it had to be Logan.
He stood in the corridor, still in the clothes from his father’s office, his grey eyes fixed on my face. He tilted his head, looking at me curiously.
“Why are you crying?” His voice was low.
I jerked out of his grip and pressed back against the wall. “Nothing.”
He stepped closer. “Who hurt you?”
“Nobody hurt me.” My
