Oliver's POV
I saw the way her eyes changed. The fog of her crying cleared, and she looked at me—truly looked at me. I saw the moment the realization hit her. I saw her gaze travel over the width of my shoulders, the way I sat, and the sheer size of me. She looked at my hands, and I knew she was comparing them to the hands that had held her as a King.
"You seem to think you know me now," I said. My voice was a low, rough growl, vibrating in my chest. I fought to keep the "Raymond" rasp in my throat, but it was getting harder. "Do you know who I am now, Aurora? Have you finally put the pieces together?"
I was fucking nervous... but held my composure.
She didn't answer. She couldn't. She just stood there, her chest heaving, her lips parted as she struggled to breathe. The silence between us was like a wire stretched too tight, ready to snap and cut us both to the bone. I knew I should walk out. I knew that every second I stayed was a lie that would eventually burn us down.
