Aurora’s P.O.V

I walked back into the kitchen, my heart still pounding from the confrontation outside. My palm still tingled from the slap, and even though I knew I’d crossed a line, I wasn’t sorry. Not even a little. Jeremy was going to be furious—I could already hear his disappointed sigh, the way he’d rub the back of his neck like he was trying to physically push the frustration away. I braced myself for it, stealing my spine as I stepped inside.

But instead of ...