Aurora's POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, the silence of my apartment ringing in my ears. My phone was a heavy weight in my palm, the screen glowing with the sent message that felt like a suicide note for my soul. I had just walked away from Oliver—the only man who ever made me feel like I wasn't a weapon—to chase this monster.
My thumb hovered over the call button. I dialed. Once. Twice. Each ring felt like a hammer blow to my chest. He didn't pick up. Raymond was playing with me, dragging out the anticipation of my own destruction.
Finally, the screen lit up with a notification.
Raymond: Sure. Let's see each other tonight. 7pm. At the club.
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and typed a single word back.
Aurora: Okay.
