Chapter 113
- Aurora’s POV
- Oliver walked over to the couch, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to me, a helpless, doting look in his eyes. “You. You’ve been stubborn since you were a kid. Once you locked onto something, wild horses couldn’t drag you off it. I’ll back you. But if your body can’t take it, you stop. Right then and there. Deal?”
- I took the glass. The heat seeped into my palm.