Aurora’s POV I woke to a pulsing ache behind my temples, as if someone were twisting a vice around my skull. My eyelashes fluttered open, and I blinked against the grey morning light filtering through my curtains. The events of last night rushed back, the laughter, the music, the way some stranger had pressed too close at the club, and how Adrian had erupted like a volcano to carry me out of danger. Steeling myself, I opened my bedroom door. Immediately, there he was: Adrian, standing perfectly still in the hallway, arms folded, eyes fixed on me. I held my breath. My pulse fluttered in my throat. Then, with every ounce of dignity I could muster, I swept past him without a word. He fell in step behind me, silent as a shadow. “You look pale,” my mother said, concern creasing her brow. “Are you all right?” I forced a smile. “Just a headache. I’ll be fine.” We ate breakfast in silence. My father steered the conversation toward company matters shareholder meetings, new vaccine initi
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