Aurora's POV. 19.
The man's words were like a physical barrier, making me spin around. He was enormous. Towering over me, muscles bulging. No shirt; just dark trousers, a bit torn pulled tight with a belt. His skin was covered in tattoos, a roadmap of his life. His face was a mess of scars, like someone had taken a knife to him repeatedly . It made my breath hitch.
"Please,"
I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. "I... I'm looking for Marcus."
"Why?" He barked, his voice rough as sandpaper. Not a hint of warmth softened his features. "Do you have an appointment? And who the hell are you?"
"Um..." Damn it! My stomach clenched, fear tightening its grip. "I... I have business to discuss with him. Please, just take me to him." I managed to force the words out, desperately clinging to
