Chapter Eighteen
Phillip
A loud keening sounded in Phillip’s ears, and it took him a while to realize it was him. The sound ripped from his throat, and he couldn’t pull it back.
Just like he couldn’t bring Aurora back to him. He couldn’t make her lips tip up into one of her heartbreaking smiles. He no longer had the ability to make her groan low in her throat as he kissed her.
Emptiness. That was all he felt as he sat on the cold tile of the balcony with the frigid wind battering against his unfeeling skin.
Phillip cradled Aurora’s lifeless form, tears cascading down his cheeks. He pressed his face into the soft blond hair he’d loved so much and inhaled everything that was Aurora. “I broke the curse.” Her hair muffled his words. “I saved you.”
Only he hadn’t. Whatever he’d felt with
