Aurora's POV
I—I didn't do anything," Simon tried to argue, but a sharp yell tore from Simon’s lips as a bone-crunching snap echoed through the room.
His face contorted in agony, his body jerking as Nestore twisted his wrist with terrifying ease.
"You didn’t do anything?" Nestore murmured, his tone laced with mock curiosity. "I seem to recall telling you not to touch what’s mine."
Simon gasped, his free hand clawing at Nestore’s grip, but the twin didn’t relent. Instead, he leaned in, his expression cold, eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement.
"You see, Simon," Nestore continued, voice smooth as silk, "I don’t like repeating myself." With a final, merciless jerk, another snap filled the air, and Simon crumpled forward with a strangled cry.
The other men at the table watched frozen i
