Aurora had left school earlier than usual. It was only four in the afternoon, but her mind wasn’t in her books at all. All day, she had tried to bury herself in lectures, in her notes, in conversations with classmates—but none of it worked. Nothing seemed to be able to take her mind off him since that morning.
Her thoughts kept coming back to Dmitri. His arrogant voice from that morning’s call. His gift, still sitting untouched in her apartment. And then there was Lorenzo. The knight who had appeared when Daniel tried to drag her away that night.
Then she had tried to force herself to think only of Lorenzo, but the more she tried, the more her mind compared the two of them.
Dmitri with his maddening confidence, his smirk that burned into her memory. And Lorenzo with his quiet strength,
