Aurora’s POV
There’s something off about Thorne today.
I noticed he was a bit distant this morning when we arrived at work, rushing around to get several things done, but he told me he could handle it himself.
And now?
“You’re leaving early?” I ask, looking up from my computer.
“Yes, but don’t worry. Jace will bring you home like usual,” he says while grabbing his jacket and keys.
I blink, trying not to think negatively as I ask, “Is everything alright?”
He pauses, hesitating for a second too long before smiling, “Yeah. Just pack stuff.” Then he leans in, kisses my forehead—not my lips—and walks out of the office. No explanation other than ‘pack stuff.’
What does that even mean?
The door clicks shut, and silence falls over me. Something is happening. I can feel it, like you
