Alpha Oliver POV
My brow furrowed, but I wasn't a fool. I knew she was rage-baiting me.
"Really? You love that prick?"
Aurora's face twisted into a deep, furious frown.
She slammed her fork down on the plate, the metal clattering loudly in the quiet room.
"Yes… because at least he's real!" she shouted, standing up so fast she nearly knocked the chair over. "He might be arrogant, and he might be wrong, but I can see his eyes! I can see his face! You? You're just a shadow in a leather mask, Raymond. You come into my house, you act like you own me, and you don't even have the courage to show me who you are!"
She stepped into my space, her chest heaving with anger. She poked a finger into my chest, right over my thudding heart.
"You talk about him being a prick? You're the one playing games! You're the one who only shows up when it suits you! So don't you dare judge him when you're just as much of a coward!"
