Aurora’s POV
The moment I found myself bound in chains, I knew I was done for. Memories of what I had done rushed over me, and I shivered. I couldn’t believe I’d done such a thing.
My eyes darted to my room, and I sighed. Even though the room was cleaned up... I was cleaned up... I could still smell the faint scent of blood.
My heart clenched.
The last thing I remember was attacking Nathalie before someone yanked me away. I could still see her face, hear her voice echoing in my mind.
I wanted to feel sorry for her, but honestly, I wasn’t. The sun had gone down, and the moon cast a soft light through the window, while the chilly air helped calm my nerves a bit.
I tried to stand from the bed, but I crashed to the floor—that’s when I realized my feet were bound, too.
“Damn it,” I curse
