Aurora's POV
He turns and walks away first. Blood still drips from his knuckles.
I watch him cross to the drink table on the far side of the hall. He picks up a glass and drains it in one motion, jaw locked the whole time.
He's angry. I don't know why.
Whatever's moving through him rolls off him thick and heavy, and a passing server changes course without even looking his way. Something in me wants to close the distance. Something else wants to stay right where I am.
I take one step toward him.
"Aurora!"
Nova catches my elbow, spinning me around.
"Where have you been? You went to the bathroom twenty minutes ago."
"I ran into someone."
"Who?"
"Logan."
Her mouth drops open. "Logan? What is that piece of garbage doing here?"
"Nova." I glance past her at the nearest cluster of gu
