Aurora’s POV
“How will they react?” I ask, pacing the kitchen floor.
“Not well.”
“Do you think they’ll change their minds?”
“Not likely,” Anders mutters, popping a chip in his mouth.
“Are they going to scream at him?”
“Most definitely.”
Whirling around, I smack Anders’s muscly arm and glare at him, “Could you say something positive?! I’m about to have a heart attack thinking about how Thorne is probably being belittled and berated on my behalf.”
Large arms wrap around me and pull me back into a firm, warm chest. The weight of Anders’s body against mine helps me calm down a bit, and I sink into the comfort he’s providing.
“Is Thorne weak?” He asks.
“No.”
“Has he given you any reason to doubt his love for you?”
“Never.”
“Do you think he would let someone take you away
