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Drake pocketed his phone, picking up speed. “Come on. Faster.”
My head was spinning, a lone rollercoaster cart with no brakes.
He’d called me Riley Aurora.
Riley. Aurora.
“Why… Why did you…” I couldn’t finish, slowing to catch my breath.
He stopped, turning to face me. “We can’t stay here.”
What did he expect me to do after being hit with a sledge hammerer of revelation like that? Skip along singing showtunes?
“Aurora,” I managed.
He ran a hand through his hair. “Shit. You really have no idea?”
I shook my head, trembling. Okay, should I pass out now? “About what?”
He sighed. “Sorry. I should’ve been more delicate.” The sonorous Drake returned. He seemed genuinely apologetic, showing me a nugget of kindness.
I clenched my jaw, dread weighing heavily on my senses as my teeth began to grind.
Drake came closer. “You’re a son of House Aurora. The Moon. And you’re going to set me free.”
Chapter 7
DRAKE
Imarched Riley along the road, saying nothing more.
Let Erin Lovell explain the finer details to him. That was her job, after all.
Honestly, I felt some guilt at dropping this bombshell on him. With the myriad of research and my careful planning, I’d overlooked the possibility of him having no idea about his heritage. Which was puzzling considering he wore that diamond ring. After all, the stone was a lunar diamond. Hidden by magic, yes, but a scrying witch like me couldn’t be fooled.
Why did I care how sad his stunning face looked?
Don’t worry about him. Focus on the goal.
And what a beautiful face he possessed. A pale alabaster complexion with incredible blue eyes as vibrant as sapphires. And his hair was fascinating—raven black with a mesmerizing streak of silver running through the front of it.
I wanted to lock myself in a room with him and draw those features. But what pencil or pen could do justice to his gorgeous lines?
Man, the moment I saw him up close shifted something inside me. An instant attraction. From mark to core-shaker.
I’d been watching him for weeks, getting a feel of his routine, preparing to play my hand. Charm him, befriend him, use my apparently dazzling smile to put him at ease. Do whatever it took to make him vulnerable.
Make Rhianna happy…
But I hadn’t expected the…sparks.
Shit. His aesthetic appeal hadn’t been on the cards. Neither was coming so close to asking him for a kiss in that bar, my hand on his.
I sparked with him…
…I think.
And I hated dropping this in his lap. Scaring him, being so blunt.
