Aurora's P.O.V

I stared at the dagger in my hand, the green light still pulsing like a heartbeat that wasn't mine, and before I could even steady myself, Ashton was suddenly in front of me. His hand shot to my throat, rough and merciless, and he lifted me off the ground as though I weighed nothing. My fingers clawed instinctively at his wrist, the edges of the dagger digging into my palm, but his eyes... gods, his eyes burned more hate than his grip did.

"You ruined ...