Twenty
Now that I know about the shadow world, Roarke is eager to get me back there. I’ve barely eaten anything off the tray of breakfast in my sitting room when two of his guards arrive to accompany me to his suite. I stride through the glossy hallways with them, feeling a little better than last night. Probably because I’ve managed to push my guilt into the far reaches of my mind where I don’t have to think about it much.
“Em, I’m so glad you know all about this place now,” Aurora says the moment I recover from the dizziness on the other side of the portal. “I’ve hated keeping it a secret from you.” Her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes, though, and I begin to wonder if Roarke may have been right: perhaps she is afraid she’ll lose her new friend once the union takes place. But I can’t
