Aurelia'S POV
"Dane?" I gasped, hands on my chest.
My legs gave out beneath me.
I slumped against the bed frame, my breath ragged and uneven.
For a moment, I'd been back in the west wing. The chains. The darkness. Axel's fangs grazing my neck.
Dane’s eyes widened, shocked. His suitcase fell to the floor, his feet hastening towards me, eyes wandering. Flashing red.
Hands trembling.
"What happened?" He asked.
"I thought…" I steadied my breath. "I thought someone broke in."
He exhaled in relief. But his relief was cut too short as his eyes glared at me. "If someone broke in, shouldn't you have screamed?" He yelled, taking me aback.
Running his hands through his hair, his voice calmed. "I'm sorry I yelled."
Dane retreated, taking a few steps back as he calmed himself. But the red in
