(Author’s POV)
Ian walked quietly up the stairs, his steps soft as if he didn’t want to disturb the heavy silence surrounding the mansion. He paused outside Aurora’s room for a moment, taking a deep breath before knocking gently and pushing the door open.
What he saw made his heart twist, Aurora was lying curled on the bed, her phone clutched so tightly in her hand that her knuckles had turned white. Her eyes were puffy from crying, her hair a little messy, and yet, the moment she noticed him standing there, everything about her seemed to light up.
She sat up abruptly, almost throwing the phone aside, and in the next second she was on her feet, running toward him. Without a second thought, Aurora leapt into Ian’s arms, wrapping herself around him in pure, unrestrained relief.
“Ian!” Sh
