Chapter 246
- A COUPLE FIT FOR THE MERCER CLAN
- AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.
- The heavy oak doors pulled open, reminding me of a shark’s jaw just before it bares its rows of teeth. The moment we stepped in, everyone turned to us, the scent of lilies wafting in my nostrils; soft, sweet, and smelling of a funeral I wasn’t quite sure was mine or someone else’s.