Chapter 83
Aurora’s POV
The sharp sting in my cheek lingered long after Dominic left the room, the pain radiating down into my jaw and settling there like a throbbing reminder of my helplessness. I swallowed hard, tasting the coppery tang of blood on my tongue as I bit back the tears that threatened to spill over. I wouldn’t cry—not in front of them. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
I lay there, my mind racing, trying to think of a way out. The leather straps that held me down were too tight, biting into my wrists and ankles with every slight movement. The cold metal table beneath me was unforgiving, and the machines surrounding me beeped and whirred softly in the background, filling the silence with their ominous rhythm.
Dominic’s words echoed in my mind. No one is coming for yo
