Aurora's POV
How did he get it? Why is it here?
The questions swirled in my head, making me panic. I tried to shift, intending to slide out of bed and get a closer look, but I didn't even make it an inch. In his sleep, Oliver's arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against his solid, warm chest. He let out a low, content hum, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.
I lay back, my heart still thudding a panicked rhythm against my ribs. I was sure of it. That ring—the heavy gold band, the way the onyx seemed to swallow the light—it was exactly the same. I looked up at Oliver's sleeping face, his features softened by rest, and the thought finally bubbled to the surface.
"Are you…?" I whispered, the words barely a breath.
I immediately shook my head. It was ridiculous. It was impossible. How could Oliver and Raymond be the same person? What possible reason would Oliver have to hide who he was like that?
