Aurora's POV
He raised a brow, his blue eyes boring into mine with a challenge that made my skin prickle.
"Tell me then," he challenged.
Tell him... I pleaded with myself, my breath hitching. Aurora, you love this man, for God's sake. I did. I knew it in the way my body ached when he turned away, in the way the air felt thinner when he wasn't in the room. But I was terrified. I was scared of the power he held, scared of the world of packs and werewolves, and deeply scared of the messy, unresolved feelings for Raymond that still occupied a corner of my heart. How could I give Oliver all of me when I still can't let go of my feelings for Raymond?
When he realized I wasn't going to speak, the flicker of hope in his eyes died out, replaced by a cold, sharp intensity.
He didn't wait for me to find my voice.
"Shut the door after you," he said flatly. He began to turn away, his shoulder brushing mine as he moved back toward his desk.
