takes everything in me to place it on the table without spilling it and making a fool out of myself.
“Did you not hear the part where you should excuse us?” Ethan raises a brow.
“I did. Though, as it happens, I don’t take orders.” Jonathan is speaking to Ethan, but his entire attention falls on me.
Impenetrable.
Unemotional.
Unmoving.
With each passing second, his focus hones, turning harsher and darker. If anything, it becomes lethal with the intention of destruction.
A god about to unleash his wrath.
I need out of here. Now.
Plastering on a smile, I face Ethan. “I’ll go search for Agnus. I have your card, so is it okay if I call you?”
“I have yours. I’ll be the one to call.”
“Thank you.” I barely acknowledge Jonathan with an unintelligible nod as I turn around and stride out of the scene.
It takes everything in me not to run and give away my discomfort or the sense of how royally I fucked up.
This is bad. No. It can be disastrous to everything I’ve spent years building while I carefully stayed in the shadows so I didn’t get noticed.
I’ve ruined everything in one night.
As soon as I’m in the pool area, I avoid Aiden, which isn’t super hard. He’s slowly dancing with his bride, her head hidden by his shoulder as he rests his chin on top of her hair.
For a second, I stop and stare at the scene, at how serene and happy they both appear. It’s similar to Alicia and Jonathan’s wedding day twenty years ago. Although…Jonathan didn’t dance. I suspect whether the tyrant even knows how.
I pull myself out of my stupor and sneak to the car park.
So I lied.
I wasn’t going to find Agnus. That meant I would’ve had to linger around, and there’s no way in hell I was spending a minute longer in Jonathan’s vicinity.
As for my other side of the plan? Now that I broke the ice with Ethan, we can have a meeting at his company, and hopefully, I won’t have to see Jonathan again in this lifetime.
He’ll be on his throne and I’ll go back to my small corner of London that he doesn’t focus on. Being a ruler means he doesn’t care to look at insignificant presences, and that’s exactly where I plan to stay.
I don’t ask any of the staff to bring my car and, instead, quicken my pace towards it, not sparing a glance behind me.
If you don’t look behind, no one finds you.
Or so you think.
I shake my head at that sinister voice. His voice. The devil I’m acquainted with.
My fingers are unsteady as I pull out my keys from my bag. I push the button on my car keys, causing my Toyota to unlock with a beep.
The moment I open the door, a hand comes from beside my head and slams it shut. I flinch as the same strong woodsy scent I’ve never forgotten invades my nostrils.
Jonathan’s hot breath leaves goosebumps on my face as he whispers in a low, almost threatening tone, “Long time no see, Aurora. Or should I call you Clarissa?”
4
Aurora
I’m trapped.
This sensation of being in a confined place with no way out was supposed to be over eleven years ago.
I’m supposed to be free.
But am I? Really?
I step away from Jonathan’s clutches, and that leaves me with my back against the closed door of my car.
Jonathan towers over me like a large wall. I miscalculated his height. I’m not short by any means, yet in order to meet his gaze, I have to tilt my head up.
I have to step out of my comfort zone and pay the price for the risk I took.
Clarissa.
He remembers. Why does he remember a name he’s only heard twice in his damn life?
Alicia wouldn’t have talked about me. She came to see me in secret and told me it was our private little world that no one needed to know about. We even did it behind my father’s back as I grew up.
We only shared a mother who died soon after I was born, and then Alicia wanted to fulfil that role.
She tried to, anyway.
But I was already acquainted with the devil and I had no way out. Nothing Alicia could’ve done would’ve saved me. If anything, it might’ve accelerated her death.
Bottom line is, Jonathan shouldn’t care about my existence, let alone remember my old name.
“Aurora. My name is just Aurora Harper now.”
He remains motionless like a mountain. “I see you’re killing your association with Maxim Griffin.”
Black images assault my head. The cries.