Nevio's POV
But even though I knew that was true—Aurora had been bought, chosen, shaped, she was nothing but a debt—I still saw the flicker in her eyes. The subtle twist of her mouth when I’d ordered her around like she was nothing. She didn’t say a word, but I’d seen it.
But it didn’t matter. Not right now.
Ayla was back.
That was all that mattered.
Ten minutes passed. The bathroom door finally opened, steam curling out like smoke. Aurora emerged, her face smooth, empty.
“She’s clean and in bed, sir,” she said, hands folded in front of her. “She asked for water, I left a jug and glass by the bedside. She’s sleeping now.”
I nodded once. “Good.”
Aurora turned to leave, but I stopped her with one word. “Wait.”
She turned, eyes downcast. “Look at me.”
She lifted her head slowly.
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