Aurora’s POV
"I used to think maybe I was imagining things, but being close to death's door made me realize that you never liked me. You hate me, don't you?"
I blinked several times, giving a bitter smile.
"I can see it. Smell it. Feel it. The disdain is crawling all over you. If not, why would someone go to such lengths to kill their own daughter?"
My father slammed his hand on the table, pushing himself from his seat as he marched over to where I was. I smirked inwardly.
It was a good thing that I hit a nerve. People tend to have outbursts when they're angry.
He harshly yanked my chin up, forcing me to stare into the eyes of the man who despised me the most—my own father. The one who locked me up for as long as I could remember.
Even though I was mistreated by him and the rest of
