Aurora's POV
The air in the Pack House today felt like a physical weight against my chest was being lifted off as I stepped out, the finality of the signed paperwork heavy in my bag. I had expected a fight, a chase, or at least a shouting match with Margaret, but she was surprisingly quiet.
I was halfway to the curb when a sleek, black SUV pulled up, the tires crunching aggressively on the gravel. The window rolled down to reveal Adrian.
"Get in," he said gently. "I'm driving you to the city. I want to see this 'apartment' you've picked out."
I hesitated. "I have a ride coming, Adrian."
"Cancel it. I'm not letting my wife move into an apartment in the city without knowing the house. I need to know where you are living."
I wanted to argue, but the exhaustion of the last
