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A few more hours.

A day.

A week.

Fuck.

“I have somewhere I have to be. It’s important.” Worry fills her eyes and her whole body goes tense as she gets to her feet.

Something’s wrong. I can tell, but I don’t think it has anything to do with me.

“I can take you wherever you need to go,” I offer.

Maybe I can see where she’s going. Find out where she lives. Find out everything about her. Once she’s no longer a mystery, my unhealthy-for-my-business interest in her will fade.

“No!” Her eyes go wide.

I furrow my brow. “Is everything okay? Is someone bothering you?”

Maybe she lied. Maybe she has a boyfriend she can’t get rid of. A lowlife who doesn’t understand the concept ofno.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” she says, but worry doesn’t leave her eyes. “I’ll go with Julia. She’s waiting for me.”

“Are you sure? You can text Julia. We—”

“No, thank you.” She spreads her lips into a smile, which doesn’t reach her eyes.

What are you hiding, Aurora?

It doesn’t look like she’s willing to tell me.

“Same time tomorrow?” I will figure her out, and I’ll figure out why she has such an effect on me.

“Um...” She hesitates. “I’m busy. Maybe next week.”

Is she playing some kind of game with me? Does she want me to chase after her? Because I’d totally do that. I’d whisk her away with me and I’d never let her go.

I inwardly groan. There’s seriously something wrong with me.

“Okay. I’ll be here.” I eye her carefully as I get to my feet.

Maybe I should follow her. Make sure she’s safe.

She gives me a smile and I catch her chin, pulling her to me for a kiss. Her body relaxes, and she leans into me, her lips moving against mine.

When she pulls away, I want to tell her to stay. Whatever she has to do, it can’t be that important, can it?

But it’s best if I let her go.

For now.

CHAPTER11

Aurora

I paceup and down my room, my chest tight. My room seems smaller, and I’m like a wild animal in a tiny cage.

It’s as if someone shoved me into clothes that don’t fit, even though my dress isn’t tight at all. But I can’t breathe. Tonight is my father’s dinner, and I don’t know how I’ll survive it.

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