Chapter 93

AUBREY'S POV The clink of glasses and murmur of voices became too much, pressing against my skull like a physical weight. I slipped away from the party, stepping out onto the terrace where the cool night air offered blessed relief. The moon hung full and heavy above, casting silver light over the manicured gardens below. My fingers traced the cold stone balustrade as I tried to organize my thoughts. Tomorrow. Everything would change tomorrow. The truth about Jax sat like poison in my chest—I had to tell Knox and warn him before it was too late. My stomach churned at the thought of more people getting hurt because of my silence. The sound of footsteps behind me made my spine stiffen. I knew that scent—winter and death. "Enjoying your party?" Jax's voice was silk over steel. He moved to stand beside me, looking deceptively elegant in his tailored suit. If you didn't know what lurked beneath the surface, you might think him handsome. "You're early for the wedding," I said carefully, proud