Page 144 of Endgame
Aurora was resourceful. Of course Cormac couldn’t stop her from running away. No one could.
I have no idea where she went. But I’m done driving aimlessly. I’m going to wait for her at home.
This sheltered, naïve woman. My woman. Out there, on her way to freedom. Except without money, without a place to stay, she has to be lost. Hungry.
She—
She’ll be back here.
She’ll have to face my wrath.
After I hug her. After I search every inch of her body for injuries.
Where could she have gone?
Old fears and frustration threaten to suffocate me. I’m livid. Powerless.
Furious.
Aurora could be injured. A man could’ve jumped her. Raped her. Left her for dead.
I park the car violently in the driveway instead of in my garage and storm in through the front door of my home.
The nearest vase is in my hand. Before I know it, it’s shattered against the wall.
My staff wisely clears the entryway. I stare at them as they disappear into the house.
What was I thinking, coming here to wait for her?
I’m heading back out to find her.
Right now.
Car fob in my hand, I’m almost out the door, crossing the foyer.
Then the handle of the front door rattles. A fist slams on the thick wood.
I stand there like a fool, my heart in my throat.
The doorbell rings.
One of my staff members appears in my peripheral vision. I snap out of it, flick my wrist, ordering him to leave.
This has to be Aurora.
It’s my face she’ll see first. My arms will fold over her.
The moment I fling the door open, I’m able to breathe again.
That is, until my eyes lock on her bruised, swollen cheek.
I’m going to die of a broken heart. Of a wrath so powerful it bursts out of me in flames.
“Aurora.”
She’s hurt.
Another person made her cry.
