Aurora’s POV
“Arlo” I pronounced his name.
He turned to me, the fire in his eyes almost bright again. He nodded. “Yes. You can call me that”
“Meaning that’s not your real name? I told you mine. Why can’t you tell me yours?” I matched up with him, glaring down at him.
He stood up, my eyes following him as he did so. “It’s my name,” he said.
“Then why say I can call you that?”
“That’s not the name I’m known by.”
“Then why don’t you tell me the one you are known by?”
“You would hate me if you did.”
“And you think I don’t hate you now?” I asked without thinking.
I might be sceptical about him, but I can not say I hated him or loved him either. I had no idea where he stood in my life. It was confusing, and I hated it. And I also hate that he could not tell me his intentions. If they w
