Aurora's POV
When the heavy, dark curtain finally pulled away from my mind, the first thing I felt was the soft mattress of a bed underneath my skin. My body felt like it had been crushed under a mountain. For a few seconds, everything was completely blank. My mind was empty. My eyes blinked open, squinting against a soft, warm light that made my head throb with a sharp pain.
Slowly, the sounds of the room came rushing back into my ears. There was the quiet rustle of cloth, the soft clink of small glass bottles, and the low, tense murmur of voices nearby.
I rolled onto my back, my breath catching in my throat as the memory of what had happened hit me like a physical blow. The gun. The silver mask breaking on the floor. Oliver's beautiful sea-blue eyes filled with pain as the dark, gray veins of the poison crawled up his neck.
Oliver.
