#Chapter 89: Best Laid Plans

Aurora POV The room is dark, save for the slip of light spilling from under the doorway from the hall outside of it. Dominic lies beside me, one arm draped across my waist like he’s afraid I’ll disappear again if he lets go. His touch is warm and deceptively comforting. It would be so easy to fall for this again… for him. But I can’t. Not if I want to live my life freely and without the pressure of the mafia always breathing down my neck. My thoughts are a mess—spinning, unraveling, tying themselves into knots I don’t know how to loosen. Lying here beside him, I feel like I’m standing on a knife’s edge. One wrong move and I fall and die, either because of the lie I’ve been building with Alek or letting myself give in to my own stupid emotions and fall back into Dominic’s arms, where I’ll be nothing more than a puppet. The irony is suffocating now that I think about it. First my father asks me to become a mole and now Alek. Both men who wanted me to dig up dirt on Do