#Chapter 91: Before The Storm

Dominic POV Dominic stirred awake to the faintest weight shifting against his side. For a moment, his instincts kept him still, eyes half-lidded and body heavy with sleep. Then his senses caught up, a familiar perfume and the soft brush of hair against his bare arm. There was a subtle chill of the morning air drifting through the cracked window close by. He breathed in again. Aurora. He turned his head just enough to see her. She was curled up beside him, knees drawn up slightly with her hands folded near her chest. She wasn’t asleep, her eyes were open and fixed on some distant point beyond the wall behind him, far away from this bed. From him. “Aurora.” Her lashes fluttered, but she didn’t turn to look at him. “You’re up early,” he tried again, moving onto his side to face her fully. “Couldn’t sleep?” She refused to speak for a long while. “I didn’t want to wake you. Or bother you.” Her tone was quiet, polite. The kind of careful, measured politeness that