#Chapter 90: Caught

Aurora POV I freeze the moment I see him. Shit. He’s standing just outside the bathroom door like a damn shadow, arms crossed over his chest, eyes boring into me with the weight of suspicion. And not just your standard protective-best-friend skepticism. No, this is something deeper. He looks like he’s seeing right through me. Right through my plans and my schemes, down to the very core where the scarlet colored traitor is tattooed on my heart. For a heartbeat, I forget how to breathe. “You were taking a long time in there,” he says coolly, voice edged like a blade. “You seem to enjoy spending a lot of time in the bathroom since we brought you back here.” My fingers tighten slightly around the lapel of my robe, praying that the outline of the burner phone tucked there can’t be seen from this angle. My mouth opens to answer, but my brain stutters through excuses like they’re stuck on repeat. “I… um… I haven’t been feeling well since I got back. I think all the nerves a