Aurora's POV
John and Kalashnikov escorted me to the location Aurora had sent to me. They locked my room so tightly that not even a bee would be able to wrap its way into the room.
John and Kalashnikov refused to stay out of sight from where I was. Munroe Moretti had tried to kill me, so I understood their obsession with staying close to me.
I had severally begged them not to inform Kai about it, knowing the horrors he'd cause, but they fell on deaf ears.
“Munroe has tried to kill him, and now you?” John scoffed.
“I'll be so glad to see the prez skin him alive.” Kalashnikov growled.
After several minutes of waiting, Yvonne eventually showed up. She was holding a file in her hand, and she kept her sassy look.
“Hello, Aurora.” She said, sitting opposite me.
“Took you long enough,
