Aurora's POV. 21.
"You are a stubborn little girl,"
Luther's voice was a gravelly growl as he shoved me into the car. "Take us outta here, Luke!" he barked.
The car lurched forward, Luke expertly navigating the road straight to... the Hawthornes' mansion. I saw Luther's hard gaze reflected in the rearview mirror, and Luke seemed to get the message instantly.
Luke got out, unfolded Luther's wheelchair, and helped him into it. A wave of nausea rolled over me. This whole act, this pretense. What was he playing at? Did he have enemies too? How could someone so ruthless, capable of... I squeezed my eyes shut, the image of him killing that man flashing in my mind. How could I still be married to him? What sane person would stay?
I hadn't moved from the car. Luther always noticed everythin
