Jake's POV
The Man Who Lost Everything:
The first thing I felt was panic. A cold, sharp, unrelenting panic that wrapped around my chest like iron chains. Aurora. My Aurora. She had been taken. kidn*pped. Pulled from me while I was helpless, while I had done nothing to stop it.
I slammed my hand against the table, the papers sliding across the polished wood. “What do you mean she’s gone?” I demanded, my voice shaking. The anger in me was raw, jagged, but it was drowned immediately by fear, the kind that made my stomach knot, my head spin, my hands tremble.
Natalie leaned against the doorway, cold as ice, her one hand casually tracing the rim of her wine glass. The other hand rested lazily on her hip, like she owned the air itself. And maybe she did. At that moment, she felt untouchable
