Aurora's POV
I looked into his eyes—those deep blue eyes that were filled with nothing but love for me. My heart was beating so fast I was sure he could feel it against his chest. The words were right there, resting on the tip of my tongue.
I remember, Oliver. I remember that you love me. And I love you too.
I wanted to say it so badly. I wanted to finally drop the lie and let myself fall completely into him. For a moment, I almost did. But just as I opened my mouth, a cold thought rushed through my mind.
Raymond.
The memory of the masked man came back like a sudden chill—his touch, the way he held me in my room, the way my body had responded to him even when my mind fought against it. Raymond was a killer. He was the man who haunted my nights, and if my suspicions were right, he was also tied to the blood and tragedy surrounding my family.
