Rory's POV
“Where are you coming from, Aurora?” The voice struck me, slicing the silence of the corridor in half.
I froze, my shoes glued to the floor, my body betraying me before my mind caught up. Slowly, like a puppet unwillingly pulled by invisible strings, I turned around and there he stood, Blackfang.
His presence alone was devastating for me, tall and immovable, his eyes left nowhere to hide. The weight of his gaze pinned me in place, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe.
God. I was dead.
“I—” The syllable stuck to my tongue, clumsy, brittle. My chest tightened. I had to answer, had to say something. Anything. “I’m coming from Alpha Dante’s office.”
The words tumbled out faster than my breath. I swallowed hard, desperate to keep the tremor out of my voice. “He’s… he’s not in.
