Aurora's POV
The night air felt like needles against my skin as I stood on the side of the highway, the glow of my phone screen illuminating the wreckage of my marriage. The image of Adrian and Morgana was so vivid, so visceral, that I could almost smell the cheap gin and Morgana's cloying perfume through the glass.
"Tragic," Alaric's voice pulled me back. He had stepped closer, his shadow stretching long and jagged across the asphalt. He let out a short, mocking puff of air. "Seems your marriage wasn't a happy one after all."
I shoved the phone into my clutch, my fingers trembling only slightly. I forced my spine to straighten, my expression hardening into a mask of cold marble. "My marriage is none of your business, Alaric. At least Adrian shows up. You? You just run when thin
