Nevio's POV
"Ne—Nevio, look at me. Did I... maybe do something wrong? I wasn't the one who pushed Aurora in that room, she…"
Ayla’s voice trembled and cracked down the middle. Tears welled in her eyes as she reached out, trying to hold onto me—onto something that felt like it was already slipping through her fingers.
I stepped back.
“Nothing, Ayla. Just go home,” I said flatly. “The chauffeur is outside. He’ll drive you.”
Her hand hovered mid-air, still reaching for me, but I couldn’t even meet her gaze.
“Nevio, please,” she whispered. “Talk to me. You were fine a second ago—more than fine. What changed?”
Everything.
Aurora’s name, her scent in my head, her voice slicing through me like it had every right like it was just a leisure run right through my head.
“You didn’t do anythi
