Aurora’s POV
I could hear the gate opening wide and the rust filling up my nostrils.
I didn’t wait for anyone to open the door—I shoved it with my own hands, letting it swing back with a bang that startled the guards flanking the entryway.
Behind me, I could hear him.
“Aurora! Don’t you dare walk away from me!”
His voice was sharp, echoing behind me like a curse I could never escape. But I didn’t turn. I didn’t flinch. My fingers were trembling, but I didn’t let them see.
“What the hell were you doing in Cayden’s infirmary?!” he shouted again, storming in after me like a tempest.
I still didn’t speak.
I didn’t owe him an answer.
He’s the man who left me to grieve alone. The man who paraded a woman through my home, let her sit on my throne, sleep in my sheets, and now dared to act
