Aurora's POV
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She leaned back in the passenger seat of the aether craft, watching the city lights blur into streaks of gold and cerulean beneath them. Floating road lanes crisscrossed the sky like glowing veins, other crafts drifting past at controlled speeds, their engines humming softly through the reinforced glass.
Normally, she loved this view.
Tonight, it made her uneasy.
"You're quiet," Seraphyne said, fingers steady on the controls. Her eyes were fixed on the aerial lane ahead. "That's usually my job."
Aurora huffed softly. "Lucian summoned me back to Moon Haven without context. That alone is suspicious."
Seraphyne smirked. "The Alpha Prince lives for theatrics."
"Yes," Aurora agreed, then frowned. "But this felt… urgent. And weirdly vague."
She shifted, crossing one leg over the other. Her fingers brushed the silver gemstone on her necklace — a nervous habit she hadn't quite broken.
