Thorne’s POV
Where did I go wrong?
Biting back a groan, I stare at my bedroom door across from me. Aurora has gone quiet again. The sound of her crying earlier made me want to kick the door in, but I also don’t want to scare her.
I’m not entirely sure what happened or why she rejected my proposal, but I want to know. I need to know. At first, I didn’t press for her to open the door. I wanted to give her the time and space she asked for.
But that was several hours ago, and things are too quiet. Not the kind of quiet where she fell asleep, but the kind of quiet that shifts perspectives and moves mountains. She’s wrapped herself up so tightly in her thoughts that I’m afraid they’re dragging her down.
“Aurora?”
Standing, I lay one hand on the wooden door frame, the other curling int
