Chapter 75: A Gift and a Late Return
(Aurora’s POV)
I paced in slow circles, the plush carpeting of Marcus's quarters muffling my movement. The small velvet box felt heavier in my grip than it had when I first bought it. My thumb brushed over its smooth surface repeatedly, as if the act would settle the nervous energy knotting in my chest.
The room was sparse yet elegant, every detail steeped in the rich traditions of the Shadow Warriors. Dark wood furniture, carved with intricate symbols, contrasted with the soft glow of moon-blessed lamps casting silver trails along the walls. Against this backdrop of power and authority, I felt a little out of place.
I glanced at the door again, my heart skipping slightly every time a muted sound echoed from the hall. The truth was, Marcus had i
