Aurora’s POV

Keith’s voice rose, sharp, furious, vibrating with the kind of righteousness only someone drowning in their own denial could summon.

“You think I don’t see what you’re doing?” he barked, his face flushed with anger he didn’t earn.

“Handing over that perfume pouch just so you could hide whatever trick you pulled on Helen’s bag? Aurora, stop lying. I’ve had enough!”

His voice cracked through the courtyard like a whip.

Before I could respond, he pulled back his ...