Aurora’s  P.O.V

A small, delighted laugh escaped me. “Here, of all places? You do know this is my favorite spot, don’t you?” 

His lips twitched into a ghost of a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Of course I do.” He poured me a cup of coffee, his movements precise but strangely tense. I watched as he placed a plate in front of me, serving me breakfast like it was the most natural thing in the world. Yet, something about the way he held himself, the way ...