Aurora's POV. 58.
"What the hell?"
Luther’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. As he stepped forward, the crowd of guests parted for him.
His presence was suffocating, heavy with authority. My pulse kicked up.
"What is this foolish drama you’re all putting up publicly?" His voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and unforgiving.
Maya’s lips parted, about to speak first—
No.
Not this time.
I stepped forward, beating her to it. "Luther, they started it first," I said quickly, slipping my hand into his arm as I turned to face them with a sly smile. I thought I knew how this would go.
I thought wrong.
Luther shook my hand off like I was something dirty clinging to his skin.
Then he took a step back.
A cold, humiliating step back.
My stomach twisted. Heat rushed to my fa
