Thorne POV
She’s afraid.
Aurora’s body trembles as I press her against the brick wall and study her face. Unshed tears fill her eyes, and her injured hand grips my forearm.
The sight of her, afraid and collared on that stage, nearly had me ripping everyone in that room apart. Then, she’d looked at me and I saw relief. She knew I would help her. It was the only thing that kept me calm.
“Who tricked you? I’ll tear them apart,” I growl, my wolf trying to come to the surface to enact justice… vengeance… whatever it is, he wants to help.
Aurora hesitates, biting her bottom lip in a way that has me thinking things that are entirely too inappropriate for this moment. She doesn’t want to tell me who brought her here. Just the thought of her holding back for whoever did this makes my anger
