Aurora POV
By the time I step back into the private dining room, I feel more drained than ever.
I slide back into my seat as if nothing happened, as if Dominic Guerrero didn’t just turn my world on its head and create more problems than I came here with. I fele more trapped than ever, a bug trying desperately to escape the web of a spider slowly closing in on me.
Without knowing what Dominic ultimately wants from me, I’m flying blind until I can figure it out.
The rest of the table engages in smooth, easy conversation that I keep my head down for. None of it means anything to me anyway, all of it served as some mask to talk about power plays happening beneath the surface.
I hardly notice Dominic coming in and taking a spot at the other side of the table, instead choosing to focus on
