Aurora's POV
I swallowed hard as I stared at their faces. Battered, wounded and something akin to death.
I wasn't supposed to, whether they lived or died was not supposed to be any of my concern, but from the corner of the room I stood.
I could see the hurt in their eyes, and the desperate need to find whoever it was they were looking for, and from what I could gather...a sister, a lover.
It was nothing but pity even if I wasn't supposed to, even if I as supposed to hate everything related to them, they were worn out, too stubborn to admit but I could see the weakness underneath the fire that burned in their eyes and maybe just maybe, after all of this, they'd let me go.
"The driver is here Mr Cavarallo," the doctor announced.
I nodded and walked towards them, holding my hands out
