Aurora's POV. 43.
Luther went rigid, his grip on my chin tightening. "What the f**k did you just say?"
I hesitated, my body stiffening. His other hand suddenly gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer. "Say it properly," he ordered, his tone dangerously low.
My lips trembled. I felt completely exposed, raw, vulnerable. "I..." My voice cracked.
Luther's eyes darkened, his patience thinning. "Aurora."
I sucked in a sharp breath, my hands fisting against his chest. "I...I love you." The words barely left my lips before I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that could somehow erase them.
A thick silence filled the air. My body was still, my heart hammering against my ribs. Then suddenly he laughed, a short, harsh, humorless sound. His hands suddenly left me, and before I could process it
