Gray’s POV

After what happened last night, things felt strange between Aurora and me. She was quieter than usual. Every time I spoke to her, she only answered with short, simple words.

If I asked, “Do you want breakfast?” she just said, “I’m fine.”

If I offered her tea, she just nodded or shook her head, hardly ever looking at me.

At first, I thought she was still angry about our conversation the night before. But as the day went on, I realized it was something deeper.

I had ...