Zayne’s POV
She doesn’t raise her voice.
That’s how I know I’m in trouble.
“Show me,” Aurora says. Her eyes are steady. Clear. Awake in a way that has nothing to do with medicine and everything to do with truth. She’s standing in the center of the room, wrapped in a thin blanket, her alpha aura humming low and controlled, no longer wild, no longer afraid.
Show me. I swallow. “You don’t need to see them,” I say carefully. “What matters is that you’re alive.”
Her jaw tightens. “What matters is what you gave up to keep me that way.”
I glance toward the door. Toward the shadows beyond it. Jake’s presence still lingers in the air like a bad taste. Like a threat that hasn’t finished speaking.
“Aurora,” I tried again. “This isn’t—”
She steps closer. One step. Slow. Deliberate.
“Don’t pro
