Aurora's POV. 93.
"You're...the one who’s gone mad.., Luther!" I screamed, my voice cracking. "f*****g mad!"
He didn’t even flinch.
"You opened your goddamn mouth to call me insane?!" I shouted, grabbing his shirt by the collar. My hands shook as I clutched him, but I didn’t care.
"This… this is exactly what I’m talking about," he said, chuckling darkly. "You’ve completely lost it! You want to fight me now? Huh!!!?"
He laughed again...cold, cruel, like he was enjoying watching me fall apart.
"Go ahead. Hit me. You can’t even swat a f*****g fly. You're weak, Aurora. Pathetic. And now, clearly nuts."
His eyes widened as he stared down at me. Mine were already full of tears, but I didn’t blink. I wanted him to see it. Every bit of pain he caused.
"You’re holding me by the collar now.
