Killian’s POV

I pin Aurora with a look that could shatter bone.

“Enough,” I say, voice flat, lethal. “Not another word from you, Aurora.”

She opens her mouth—red lips parting like she’s about to spit venom—but I lift one finger. That’s all it takes. Her jaw snaps shut, eyes blazing. She spins on her heel, the door slamming behind her like a gunshot. The scent of her perfume lingers, cloying and sharp, but it’s nothing compared to the honeyed heat that clings to ...