Traci’s POV
I could barely sleep last night.
Between Corbin getting dragged off by royal guards, poison ending up in my food, my eyes randomly turning gold, and Aurora practically vibrating with excitement every five seconds, rest never really happened. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed everything all over again.
The poison.
The screaming downstairs.
That scent. Chocolate, coffee, and caramel.
Aurora stretches lazily. “Mate.”
“We still don’t know that,” I sigh.
“We absolutely know that.”
I roll my eyes while pulling my fitted black tank top down properly before adjusting the waistband of my training leggings.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
That wasn’t helping my nerves. I glance toward the clock again. Seven-fifteen.
Great. My fight was one of the very first scheduled
