Aurora's POV
I stared at him, my vision slightly blurred, but my heart as sharp as a sharpened blade. Anger and hate boiled in my chest, hotter than the throb in my skull. He was looking at me with those eyes—eyes that suddenly seemed so full of regret—but I didn't care. I didn't believe him.
I was here for one reason, and one reason only: to kill him.
To make Raymond pay for what he did, for the secrets he held, and for the lives he ruined. I wouldn't rest until his blood was on my hands. If that meant I had to bear his insults, if it meant he viewed me as a whore or a foolish girl chasing a man who didn't want her, then so be it. I would be anything. I would play any role. I would let him break my body a thousand times over if it meant I could finally get close enough to end him.
"Are you okay?" he asked again. His voice was no longer that terrifying growl; it was cracked and shaking.
I didn't respond.
