Nestore's POV
"I'll give you some time off to yourself," I said as I headed inside the room, my eyes narrowing at the footage of the club.
Aurora screaming for Nevio and running towards him.
I stared up from the room to the sights of Aurora at the end of the staircase.
Her body was twisted at an odd angle, her legs sprawled, and her arms limp like a broken doll. My chest tightened.
“What the—” I muttered, already moving.
My feet pounded against the marble as I ran, ignoring the pounding in my own head. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong.
"Aurora!" I called, my voice echoing off the cold walls, but she didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.
By the time I reached her, I could see it—her face pale, lips parted slightly, a faint tremble in her fingers. Her body gave a sudden jerk, a spasm that
