Rory's POV
The silence in the room was choking . Damien’s eyes had changed, it was no longer the cold, detached pools of indifference I had grown accustomed to, but sharp daggers cutting straight into me. His stare was dangerous. My own words echoed back at me like a curse.
“Then you should have left me with Professor Dante, he seemed to be the best option.”
God, what had possessed me to say that? My heart plummeted as I realized the weight of those words. They had come from desperation, from the unbearable ache thrumming inside my veins, from the fire building in my blood that refused to quiet. But still, I had said it. And now, looking into Damien’s glacial eyes, I wished I could take the words back and swallow them whole.
“What did you just say, Aurora?” His voice was dangerously c
