Aurora's POV. 61.
Gently, I opened the door, careful not to make a sound. If Luther was asleep, I wouldn’t wake him.
I slipped off my heels, holding them in one hand as I stepped inside. Tiptoeing? No. This was my room too, and he was the one who demanded I be here.
But then I saw him—his broad, bare back facing me, his body curled slightly.
Was he really asleep? Or just pretending? And if he was so tired, why drag me up here?
I ignored it. Moving to the vanity, I unhooked my earrings, one by one. The tiny clinks echoed in the silence. My necklace followed, then the bracelets, each sound sharp enough to wake him—if he was actually sleeping.
Nothing.
I peeled off my dress, tossed it aside, and walked to the closet, slipping into a silky nightwear. Finally, I climbed into bed, adjust
