Chapter 32

• Aurora POV
• I stare at the ceiling like maybe the answer’s written up there. I can feel the weight of his gaze on me, but I can’t meet it. I can’t let myself look at him, not right now. Not when every part of me wants to ask him why. Why he let me get close. Why he kissed me like that. Why he knotted me like claiming me was the only thing that mattered.
• If I ask, he’ll either lie or tell me the truth, and I don’t know which would hurt more.