Aurora and Matthew were sitting on the couch, staring daggers at each other like mortal enemies.

The moment Clara walked in, they both averted their gazes.

"Clara, are you alright?" Matthew hurried to her.

"Don't worry. It's nothing serious. But I could use some help getting the glass out of my back." Clara's face was unnaturally pale, and the pain from her injury made her frown.

Matthew immediately rushed over to support her and led her into the room. Aurora, ...