Breathtaking is the word that comes to mind when I spot Aurora enter the cafe. Her red curls bounce around her as her icy blue eyes search the place for me. I take a few more seconds to just admire her. How effortless she looks in simple jeans and a shirt. How radiant her skins glows.
My heart swells and thoughts run wild in my head. Thoughts I shouldn’t have about another man’s wife.
I lift a hand to catch her attention. Her face breaks into the most affectionate smile that makes my breath hitch when she sees me.
She hurries over and I stand to greet her. Only to go rigid as she throws her arms around me.
“Sylas,” she says. Her voice is like a siren’s call, tempting me to want her to repeat my name.
Then the surprising situation hits me. Why is she here and not with her husband?
She had taken a week off for her honeymoon, so her call was the last thing I was expecting. I step back without hugging her back and my eyes reflexively narrow.
“What’s wrong?”
Has her deadweight husband done something already?
The thought shouldn’t be making me thrilled but it does and I feel a pang of guilt. She’s still my friend.
“Nothing,” she smiles. “I just wanted to see you. How are you?”
I feel the start of a frown. Something is definitely wrong. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”
Her face instantly changes and alarm bells go off in my head.
“Something happened to me,” Aurora starts after we’re seated. “I’ve not fully believed it yet. A part of me thinks I might be dreaming and I’ll wake up anytime soon and be back in that nightmare.”
Her wide gaze is disconcerting. “Have you been drinking?”
“No, Sylas,” she says indignantly. “Though I could use a strong cup of coffee. But later,” she adds quickly, reaching out a hand to stop me when I move to stand.
I sit back down but she doesn’t move her hand from my wrist. Heat blooms under my skin at her touch which I ignore and carefully pull my hand back.
She notices, stares down at her hand for an uncomfortable minute and then snaps her gaze up to me. “What I’m about to say will sound very crazy but I promise you that I haven’t gone insane.”
I shift in my seat, giving her my full attention. “Go on.”
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me but it’s the truth.”
I remain quiet to let her continue.
Her eyes take on this horrified gleam as her beautiful mouth opens. “I was—” Her voice instantly cuts off. Her face pinches together like she just swallowed a nail and turns beet red.
“Do you need water?” I’m already out of my seat.
She shakes her head, waving me down. “No. I don’t know what’s happening. It’s like—”
A flash of realization crosses her reddened features. “I can’t—oh. I don’t think I’m supposed to talk about it.”
“Talk about what?” I sit back down, watching the redness fade from her face.
“Everything.” She sounds defeated.
All my life, I’ve never known Aurora to act like this. It’s so out of character. I can’t stop the blame I quickly place on her new jobless husband.
What does she see in him?
One day into the marriage she’s acting like this. People fear the powerful force of a woman sitting in front of me. And she’s behaving like a drunk.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“I’m worried,” I respond.
“No, you’re judging me. But I promise it’s nothing like that and I will set everything right.”
I don’t understand her words and I put it out of my mind.
“Is that why you called me?”
She smiles at me. “Yes. I also wanted to see you. We haven’t been to this cafe in a long time.”
I blink, taken aback. “Yes well, you’re married and I’m busy.”
I seem to have said something wrong because her face falls.
“Yes.” Her voice lacks all the excitement I heard yesterday as she said her vows.
I want to ask again if she’s alright. My curiosity nags at me as I watch her bite her lip and cast her gaze around the cafe. Maybe the marriage is not what she expected or maybe she’s realized how crazy it is to marry a man you’ve known for only two years—that has no work and no zeal to get one.
But I know Aurora. It takes time to get her to talk about things. Many call her uptight for this reason. With all she’d been through, I don’t blame her.
Shoving away my thoughts for later, I decide to enjoy her unexpected company.
“Should I get coffee?”
Her attention returns to me. “Yes, please. Muffins too, I’m hungry.”
I rise and go to the counter. Shortly, I return with her order and black coffee for me.
“So did you have the meeting with Mandy? What did she say about joining our business?”
Before I can answer, her phone starts to ring. Aurora shoots me an apologetic smile, thenpulls out her phone.
“Hey honey,” she says in a sugary voice that makes my fist tighten. “Yes it’s going well.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and hide my face behind my cup of coffee.
I’ve seen men like him. Parasites.
Something in me wants to protect Aurora, to keep away from him but Aurora would fight me and I might end up losing her.
“Don’t worry about cooking,” she says airily. “I’ll buy food for us. Okay…I love you too.”
I might never understand why she loves him but once she hangs up and smiles at me, for a moment I’m happy to have her gaze on me. My chest tightens.
The effect she has on me is like a drug. A drug I need to stop taking.
An hour later as we wrap up talks about the office and our expansion into the local sector, I can’t shake the worry creeping in my mind.
“I’ll see you later.” She stares at me hopefully.
I pick up on the way she says it and it gives me a pause. “Of course. I won’t stop being friends simply because you tied yourself to a—questionable man.”
Surprisingly, she laughs.
We stand, ready to say goodbye.
“Goodbye, Sylas.”
She takes my hand and gives it a light squeeze.
I’m too shocked to do anything but stare. My heart beats off kilter.
Chapter 52The courtroom felt frigid, not in temperature but in the way its walls allowed riches, power, and the idea of justice to breathe. Aurora's hands tightened into fists as Dorian left the courtroom with that same haughty smile that made her stomach turn over. She sat stiffly in the back row.He was at liberty. Though she knew his power was strong, witnessing it come to pass in real time made her shudder. The judge had hardly spent ten minutes before granting him bail. Ten minutes. That was all it took to keep her darkest dream alive.Aurora held the bench's edge and urged herself to remain calm, not letting him see how much this upset her. But that arrogant, knowing glance told her he already knew as his eyes landed on hers across the room.Sylas was next to her right away. "Let's go," he said, his voice tightly under control.She didn't move immediately, her head caught in the maelstrom of what had just happened. Her body froze in place.Again, Sylas said, "Aurora," firmer th
Chapter 51I was in agony. My cranium throbbed with a dull pain, pulsing in sync with my heart. My limbs were slow, my body felt weighty, as though I had been underwater. When I tried to move, something cold and merciless stopped me. Metal, specifically. I blinked quickly to help my sight concentrate. The space around me sharpened into something worse than a dream. A suite in a fancy hotel. Detailed. Beautiful. Deals were negotiated, secrets were shared, and power was manipulated in this kind of game of chess. And I was the prize queen.. Thick, silver cuffs held my wrists fast to the headboard, the chain short enough to prevent much movement. The cold silk sheets under me helped to offset the intensity of my panic. I battled yanking at the straps, but they stayed still. The room burst in slow, delighted laughter. “Oh, you're awake.”Odian. Leg crossed, he sat in a soft leather chair across from the bed with one hand holding an amber glass. Long shadows from the mellow glow
Chapter 50The restaurant was poorly lit, the kind of place where secrets were shared softly over costly whisky. The air smelt like old oak and leather, but behind it something more sneaky lingered—a trap just ready to be sprung. I came across him right away. Sitting in a booth in the rear, Dorian had legs crossed and a smile pulling at his lips like he had already won. These were always his favourite times—when he could exercise control and cause someone to squirm. Still, I was not here to engage in his game. Here I was meant to finish it. As I came, my heels clicked against the beautiful oak floor. I refused to waver, to let him see even a hint of uncertainty. This was my conflict. Not Sylas's. not anyone else's. Not sitting, I stopped just short of the table. "What would you want?" Dorian let out a sharp breath, acting disappointed. "Aurora, sweetheart, is that any way you would welcome your former husband? Not any pleasantries? At my sides, my hands closed into f
Chapter 49The silence in my penthouse lasts far too much. The air still smells like the traces of my impetuous choice—the kiss, the heat, the instant I nearly let myself trust in something that didn't lead to devastation. But the second I withdrew; the planet collapsed once more, and I was reminded of the reason I cannot afford to be weak. Turning away from Sylas, I press trembling fingertips to my lips. My heart asks for something I cannot let myself want, pounding against my ribs. I should not have done it, I whisper. Sylas stays near enough for me to feel his body behind me, not moving from where he is standing. His voice has an intolerable patience—deep and consistent. "You're not running from this, Aurora." I shut my eyes. "I'm not hurrying." But I'm . Always I've. The storm outside howls at the glass windows, rattling through the vacant areas of my house and making me feel smaller than I would like to be. Tonight is weight—the kiss, the longing, the awareness th
Chapter 48The restaurant is poorly lighted, with a personal glow softening shadows on the immaculate white tablecloth. Softly in the background, a string quartet whispers a violin against the tension in the air. I ought not to be here. I are aware of this. Still, I find myself unable to get up from across from Sylas and watch the candlelight flutter in his emerald-green eyes. Not following my current daily schedule. I still find Dorian's onslaught cutting through me like glass in my memory. He had held my wrist too firmly, his words a piercing whisper into my flesh. “You belong to me, Aurora. Remember not to forget that.” My hold on my wine glass gets firmer in remembrance. I sip, the red liquid scorching down my throat, but it doesn't help me to relax. Sylas remarks. He certainly does. He always finds it. His little taps on the table, a silent invitation for me to talk. But I don't. For I might not stop once I start. At last, his voice low and steady, "You're quie
Chapter 47 I slept very little. My eyes closed and I heard his voice every time. "I’ve wanted you long before you ever knew." Replaying the phrases in my head like a song I couldn't stop, they kept looping over and over until they were a constant feature of my thinking. Sylas had said, but it was his manner of saying it as well. The resonance of his voice, intense. The way his fingertips had barely touched my jaw yet left a scar deep under my flesh. I had been a few seconds away from caving in. Not able to undo a mistake seconds away from creating one. I therefore simply carried out the one action I knew how to undertake. I went running. A Divide Between Us: A Wall I poured myself into for the following two days. Emails; calls; meetings; calls for proposals Anything to help one avoid thinking. Anything designed to generate distance. Sylas did not exert effort. Nevertheless, he observed. Pining. Every time he walked into a room, I sensed his look. I could sense h