Luther's POV. 23.
I stood up from my damn wheelchair, the movement still stiff and painful, as we entered the room.
"Come here," I commanded, the word rough.
Aurora, who was rushing towards the bathroom to wash off the blood and dirt, stopped dead in her tracks. She turned around slowly. Her dress was torn a little, and her face was pale.
"Yes?" she answered, the word laced with anger and maybe a little fear. She was probably still pissed about what happened.
But what the hell did she expect? I gunned someone down. It's not like it was the first time. She needs to deal with it. I won’t change, not for anyone. Especially not for some woman.
But Aurora… she's starting to make me feel. A dangerous feeling. One I'm not ready for. Emotions are a weakness, and I'm a monster, a ruthless ki
