Luther's POV. 15.
I slammed my hand on the bedside, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Rage choked me.
"Wake up!"
I barked, my voice raw.
Aurora jolted, her eyes wide with what she probably hoped looked like innocence. "L-Luther?" she stuttered, her voice thick with fake sleep. The sight of her play-acting made my stomach churn.
I leaned over her, my shadow swallowing her face. "Don't play dumb with me, Aurora," I growled, each word a threat. "I saw you outside the door. I know you were eavesdropping. I know you saw me... moving. Walking"
She quickly looked away, a knowing blush spreading across her neck. Busted. She knew she was caught, and now she was scrambling for a way out.
Pathetic.
"Look at me, Aurora," I demanded, grabbing her chin and forcing her face up. "Look
