Eileen's POV
"Aurora, fxxk you such a b***h!"
I sweep my arm across the vanity in one clean motion. Everything goes at once — bottles, brushes, the perfume — the whole surface clearing with a single crash.
The maids freeze.
"Clean it up." I goad. "Now."
They scramble. I watch them for two seconds.
"Get out."
They go faster.
I stand alone in the center of the room and stare at my own reflection. My gold hair immaculate. Composure held together by nothing at all.
That manipulative little b***h.
Last night.
Logan in his suite, his hands all over Aurora, trying to mark her.
Damn it. I still didn't know how I'd managed to stand there and take it.
Aurora, that b***h. That goddamn slut.
I slammed the heel of my shoe against the floor.
Once.
Then again.
Five years.
Aurora had my
