(Aurora's POV)
I sat on the edge of the king-sized bed in the hotel suite, staring at the skyline. It felt cold, impersonal.
"Aurora, pack your bags," Olivia said, pacing the room. She looked out the window nervously. "This security is a joke. It won't stop the paparazzi, and it certainly won't stop Jasper's people."
She grabbed my hand. Her grip was tight, grounding.
"You need a fortress," she insisted. "Move into my penthouse downtown. It has twenty-four-hour security, a private elevator, and a concierge who knows how to keep his mouth shut. My family doctor can see you there."
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Pale skin, hollow eyes. I looked like a ghost.
Olivia was right. I was too weak to fight a war on open ground.
"Okay," I whispered. "Let's go."
Once settled in Oliv
