Aurora’s POV. 81.
Richard's Quick Marriage.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Luther’s voice rang out behind us, sharp enough to freeze us mid-step.
The maid and I paused immediately, my weight still leaning heavily on her shoulder. I didn’t look back at him. My chest was heaving, and my throat still ached from all the coughing. My legs trembled under me, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get out of that room. Out of the thick smoke. Away from the coldness he wore like a second skin.
“I need to get away from this room,” I said softly, not turning.
“You’re angry, Luther. I don’t know what happened with your business, but whatever it is, it has nothing to do with me. I don’t see why I should be the one to carry your temper.”
“You’re not going anywhere, Aurora,” he snapped,
