Aurora's POV
At 8 PM, the apartment felt like a cage. My stomach was growling, and there was nothing in the kitchen but a half-empty box of crackers. Despite the throbbing in my side, the medicine and painkillers Dom Raymond had sent were working wonders; the sharp, stabbing pain had faded into a dull, manageable ache.
I decided to walk a few blocks to a nearby diner to get something to eat. The night air was cool, and the streetlights cast long, flickering shadows on the pavement. I pulled my coat tighter around me, my mind drifting between the cold Alpha King in the mansion and the terrifyingly warm Dom in the club.
I was two blocks away when the hairs on the back of my neck rose in warning.
I glanced back. A man was walking about twenty paces behind me. I picked up my pace, my heart starting to thud against my ribs. I turned a corner quickly, hoping to lose him, but the heavy tread of boots on concrete followed right behind me.
