#Chapter 7: Conflicting Sides

Aurora POV By the time I step back into the private dining room, I feel more drained than ever. I slide back into my seat as if nothing happened, as if Dominic Guerrero didn’t just turn my world on its head and create more problems than I came here with. I fele more trapped than ever, a bug trying desperately to escape the web of a spider slowly closing in on me. Without knowing what Dominic ultimately wants from me, I’m flying blind until I can figure it out. The rest of the table engages in smooth, easy conversation that I keep my head down for. None of it means anything to me anyway, all of it served as some mask to talk about power plays happening beneath the surface. I hardly notice Dominic coming in and taking a spot at the other side of the table, instead choosing to focus on the delicate rim of my untouched wine glass. Camilla on the other hand is beaming while she tries to talk to Dominic a few spots away from her, though he barely acknowledges her at all. I k