Oliver's POV
My heartbeat raced. I had to get into that bathroom without her noticing I was hiding anything. I had to look like the confident king who had just finished a meeting, not a man terrified that a single mark could ruin his life.
I reached the bedroom door and took a deep, steadying breath. I pushed it open as quietly as possible.
Aurora was sitting up in bed, the duvet pooled around her waist. She looked like a dream—messy hair, glowing skin, and those wide, searching eyes. She looked up and smiled when she saw me, but then her brow furrowed slightly as she noticed how tense I looked.
"Oliver?" she asked, her voice soft and curious. "Is everything okay? You look... tense."
I hesitated.
How long do you intend to hide it? My wolf growled, his voice deep and judgmental in the back of my mind. Show her the mark. Tell her the truth.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart racing.
