Chapter 25
Sunnydale – Aurora's Room.
Grayson stood at the doorway with a calm expression on his face, but the rigid set of his shoulders betrayed the storm brewing inside him.
His coat was still damp from the cold night air, yet he barely noticed it as he strode forward, his full focus fixed on the frail figure lying on the bed.
Aurora was motionless, her face unnaturally pale against the pillows. Even in her fevered state, her brows were faintly furrowed, as though lost in some unbearable discomfort.
A thin sheen of sweat clung to her skin, while her breathing was shallow and weak. The sight of the IV drip attached to her arm only worsened the unfamiliar tightness in Grayson’s chest.
Dr. Langston adjusted the drip stand before turning toward him, his expression calm but tinged wi
