Chapter 11Aurora’s POVI watched him from across the courtyard, broad shoulders closed in a crisp army suit, hands in pockets like he owned the cell. Fred. Loyal, handsome, and utterly predictable—but that predictability was exactly why I could bend him to my will.My heart beat faster than it should have; this wasn’t fear. This was control. I had learned early that I looked more like power, and Fred was my instrument.“Fred,” I called softly, drawing his attention. His gaze snapped to me, alert, wary—but still soft in the corners, still vulnerable where I needed it most.“Miss Aurora,” he said, voice low, respectful, always cautious around me. “You sounded urgent on the phone. Is everything…?” He let the sentence hang. Good. I wanted it hanging.I stepped closer, careful. Just enough space to feel his presence, the heat of his skin through the hot air. “I need your help. Something… personal,” I whispered, letting my tone tremble just enough to make him lean forward at a good pace.
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