Aurora’s POVFrom the corner of my eye, through the glare of the headlights, he emerged.The man at the restaurant.He stepped into the light slowly, like he owned the world and had already set it on fire. His grey eyes, light like a storm, cold like winter, met mine, and something inside me cracked. I knew that face. I had met him before, smiled at him across a restaurant table, shared stupid small talk. But this man? This wasn’t the man I met.I remembered him walking toward me, flashing that boyish smile that made his eyes crinkle at the sides. That smile was lacking.He was different now. Hardened. Those mesmerizing eyes looked haunted.His dark hair was messy, falling into his eyes. His face, once sharp and clean, now looked hollowed, sleepless. Like he’d aged years in hours. He wore a black suit with a white shirt and a tie, like he was dressed for dinner. Tall, lean, broad-shouldered, he looked every inch the executioner.Still, even as fear burned through me, I admired him. An
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