Aurora's Point Of View
"Are you okay?" He asked as he walked to me. "Do I look like I'm not?"
He stopped before me and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. I feared I might break down if I saw his face. He held my chin and turned my face to meet his gaze.
He rubbed my stinging cheek with his thumb and said, "did she hit you?"
"Does it matter?" I tried to turn away but he pulled me closer. "Did she hit you, Aurora?"
I was forced to meet his eyes. They were different than the ones that stared at me with disdain five years ago. Tears stung my eyes and I tried to stop them from falling.
"Does it matter if she did?" I tried to sound tough but my shaky voice betrayed me. "Go and meet your woman, she probably needs you."
His softened gaze hardened, "my woman?"
"Yes."
He let o
