Gray’s POV

After everything that had happened the night before. I stood near the window as the pale morning sun crept across the carpet.

Aurora was quiet, her eyes downcast as I tended her wounds. There was something fragile about her, but every time I looked at her, I saw the strength beneath her scars.

She sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded tightly across her chest, a little wary as I brought over the first aid kit. I knelt in front of her, setting the kit on the small table, and ...