Chapter 8

• Aurora’s POV
• “John, chill out!” The moment I saw who was blocking my path, my nose stung. Of all people, it had to be him standing right in front of me.
• I stumbled into the center of the private room and hit my head against the sharp corner of the marble table. A burst of pins and needles shot through my skull. My ears buzzed, and the edges of my vision dimmed. Despite the pain, my eyes stayed open like a wolf on alert, refusing to bow.