Aurora's POV. 59.
The ride back to the mansion was suffocating. The air inside the car felt thick, pressing down on me like a punishment. Luther’s silence was worse than any harsh words he could’ve thrown at me. He didn’t even glance in my direction. Just stared ahead, jaw clenched, hands gripping the wheel like he was restraining himself from lashing out.
When we finally pulled into the driveway, Luther wasted no time.
“Luke,” he barked, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade.
“Yes, boss,” Luke responded, stepping closer.
“I don’t want any disturbances tonight. I need rest. I have a headache,” Luther said, his voice suddenly calmer, but that only made it more unsettling.
A headache? Luther and a headache in the same sentence?
Without another word, he walked past me,
