Aurora's POV. Chapter 49.
"Um... Luther, what do you want?"
The words caught in my throat, barely a whisper. It felt pathetic. "How can I... how can I prove to you that Richard doesn't matter in any of this?" My heart hammered against my ribs. I needed him to believe me.
I took a shaky step closer, wanting to touch him, to feel connected. I reached for his wrist, hoping to bridge the gap that felt like a void opening between us. But he flinched away, his touch cold, almost disgusted. My stomach dropped. He didn't say anything, just turned and walked into the bathroom, leaving me standing there like an i***t.
My fingers tightened around the hem of my dress, bunching the fabric. I felt a lump forming in my throat. He was slipping away. Frustration warred with a desperate ache for him.
