Aurora's pov
What?!” I cried, scrambling to my feet. “That’s not true! I didn’t—!”
Nevio’s hand shot out again, but this time he didn’t strangle me. He grabbed my arm so hard it felt like something might snap.
Nestore was no better. His face was pure ice as he took a menacing step forward. “You dare lay a hand on her?” he spat. “After everything she’s been through?”
“She’s lying!” I shouted desperately. “I didn’t touch her! I swear! She—”
"Nes—nestore..." Ayla sobbed, flailing her arms in a fake attempt for pity.
"She told me that I deserved to be in the house where you torture the men who betray you because I was already used to being in the dungeon," the b***h cried, tears dropping down her face unending.
"No-no-no-no," I swear I didn't, I didn't even say anything of that sort,
