MasukBilly smiled softly, almost indulgently. “But why?” he asked. “We are only getting started, darling.”Aurora stared at Billy for a long moment before finally finding her voice. Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap, nails biting into her skin as if the pain would keep her grounded. “Why are you telling me all this?” she asked, her tone low but strained. “Why would you tell me something like that?”Billy didn’t hesitate. He leaned back against the arm of the couch, completely at ease, like they were having a casual conversation over coffee instead of standing on opposite sides of a nightmare. “Because,” he said simply, “I think you’ll understand.”Her brows pulled together sharply. “Understand?” she echoed, disbelief lacing the word.“Yes.” His gaze lingered on her face, intent and unsettling. “I feel this connection to you. Like we’re kindred spirits. You and I.” He smiled faintly, as if that thought pleased him. “We see the world the same way. We’re not like everyone else.”Des
Billy didn’t give her time to linger at the dining table. Once the plates were cleared, he gestured toward the living room like this was the most natural continuation in the world. Aurora followed because she had learned very quickly that resistance, even silent resistance, only interested him more. The living room was spacious, modern, all sharp lines and muted colors, floor-to-ceiling windows looking out into the woods she had already seen. It felt intentional, like the house was built to make you feel small, exposed, and alone all at once. She sat on one end of the couch, her posture stiff, her eyes constantly tracking him. Billy moved easily, comfortably, dropping into the armchair opposite her, crossing his legs like he was settling in for a casual chat between friends.“So,” he said, folding his hands together, “you wanted to know why I’m like this.”‘Not really.’ She wanted to say but she knew that he would tell her regardless so she didn’t respond. Her pulse was loud in h
Aurora woke up slowly, awareness creeping in before her body fully followed. The first thing she noticed was the feel beneath her fingers…smooth, cool and expensive. She opened her eyes and froze.Dark Italian silk sheets.Her breath caught as she pushed herself upright, heart immediately slamming against her ribs. She wasn’t tied. Her wrists were free. Her legs moved easily beneath the sheets. That alone felt wrong. Alarming in a quieter, more dangerous way.“Okay…” she whispered to herself, her voice hoarse. “Okay. Where am I?”The room was unfamiliar but deliberate. It had minimal decorations, and was clean…really clean. It had dark wood floors, muted walls, heavy curtains pulled back just enough to let in light. She swung her legs off the bed, standing carefully, every sense on high alert. Her head throbbed faintly, but she was clear enough to think. Clear enough to be afraid.She walked toward the window and looked out.Woods.Endless trees stretching in every direction, thick
They searched through the night.By the time Xavier reached the location the bodyguard had sent, the street was already swarming with activity…police cars lined up with flashing lights muted but insistent, officers moving in coordinated patterns, radios crackling nonstop. The air smelled like oil, damp concrete, and panic. Xavier stepped out of his car before it had fully stopped, his eyes scanning the area like he expected Aurora to step out of the shadows at any second, irritated and alive and furious.“She was here,” the bodyguard said the moment he saw Xavier, his face pale, sweat beading along his hairline. “Right here, sir. She was walking this direction.”Xavier rounded on him. “Show me.”They moved together, fast. The guard pointed toward a narrow stretch of road that dipped into a quieter part of town, streetlights spaced too far apart, shadows pooling thickly between buildings.“She slowed down here,” the guard continued. “Like she realized something was wrong.”“Did she ru
The moment Aurora stepped out of the house, Xavier reacted on instinct.He was still standing in the hallway, chest tight, anger buzzing under his skin from the things she had just said to him, from the way she had looked at him like he was something rotten she could no longer stomach, when he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed one of the guards stationed outside the estate.“Follow her,” he said the second the line connected, his voice clipped and sharp. “Not from her face. From a distance. I don’t want her feeling watched. But I want eyes on her at all times.”“Yes, sir,” the guard replied immediately. “She just got into a cab. I’ve got it.”“Do not lose her,” Xavier warned, already turning away. “Not for a second.”“I won’t, sir.”The call ended, and Xavier walked back into the house like a man carrying a storm inside him. He went straight to his study, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary, his steps restless, his mind anything but calm. Aurora’s wo
Xavier didn’t raise his voice when he spoke, but there was something in his tone that made Aurora’s spine stiffen instantly. “Aurora, we need to talk.”She didn’t look at him. Her hands were clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms as if grounding herself was the only thing stopping her from completely unraveling. “I have nothing to say to you,” she replied coldly. “Get out.”He sighed, already tired, already framing her reaction in a way that made sense only to him. “You’re overreacting,” he said, stepping further into the room instead of leaving. “You need to calm down.”That did it.To Xavier, this was simple. He had seen her upstairs earlier, walking away, stiff-backed and clearly upset. He had assumed…wrongly, disastrously, that this was about Lilith staying in the mansion. He had even rehearsed what he would say on his way here, how he would explain that it was temporary, that Lilith was vulnerable, that everything was under control. What he did not know…what he cou







