Aurora pov

A knock on the door interrupted us.

I pushed Manuel off my body gently and sat up, breath still unsteady. The room smelled of warmth and sweat, the sheets tangled around our legs. I pulled the bed cover around myself, wrapping it tightly over my chest before walking toward the door. The soft fabric brushed against my skin as my bare footsteps padded quietly across the floor.

I opened the door to find Grace standing there. Her eyes widened for a second before she let out a dramatic ...