Chapter 47
- AURORA’S POV:
- The greenhouse smells like secrets. Damp earth, crushed petals, and something sharper underneath, like betrayal brewing beneath the soil. My boots crunch softly against gravel as I walk in, the flickering fairy lights above casting halos of gold and green.
- Arc told me to come here after classes instead of heading to the cafeteria. Since I found it, I’ve been on constant edge.