FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE
The frame groaned, the steel groaned louder, and then, finally, the door flew off its hinges, crashing into the room with a violent thud.
I burst through the threshold, weapon raised, my vision narrowed to a single point of lethal intent.
But the sight stopped my heart.
Aurora was strapped to the reclining chair, her head lolling to the side, her eyes rolled back so only the whites showed. A thick, wide-bore needle was buried in her arm, and a glass jar on the tray was already filling with the dark, rich crimson of her blood.
And there she was.