#Chapter 110: Tense Discussions

Dominic POV She was waiting for him in the foyer when he stepped out of the meeting room, sitting primly in a carved wooden chair with her hands folded tight in her lap. Aurora looked like she was trying to shrink into the ornate chair beneath her, like if she somehow was small enough, the weight of the world would stop from pressing down around her. It wasn’t at all a look that belonged to her. Not now. Not ever. “Aurora,” he spoke quietly. Her head jerked up at the sound of his voice, her lips twitching into a faint smile that felt too practiced to be real. It reminded him of when they first met at the dinner when she had been engaged to his father. A picture perfect image of the eldest daughter sent to the slaughter. “Hey.” “You’re ready to go?” he asked. She nodded, pushing up from her chair. “Yeah.” Her voice was soft and weary, telling him all he needed to know about how the conversation with Gianna went. This was not at all the determined girl who’d