Aurora’s POV
What is it with assholes thinking they can corner me and touch me without my consent?
Clutching at my chest, I take several deep breaths. I stare at the door Jackson just walked out of, wondering if anyone noticed he was in the women’s bathroom.
“Next time a man touches you or tries to touch you without your consent, tell me. I won’t allow it.”
Thorne’s words echo in my mind as I begin to come down from the fear induced adrenaline rush. I promised I would tell Thorne if someone bothered me, but should I tell him now or wait until we’re in private? If I tell him now, will he do something about it?
With the intention of telling Thorne what Jackson had done, I make my way down the corridor and to the dining hall. Most people are sitting and eating, but a few are standing
