𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀His aura exploded outward.
It filled the clearing like smoke, thick and suffocating. The air itself seemed to coagulate around us, pressing in from all sides. But it didn't push me down. It just waited.
It was a warning.
His gaze finally snapped to mine.
Golden eyes glowing in the silver moonlight, clashing like fire and ice.
"Obey me, Aurora," he drawled. "If we go back to your room unfinished, you will be coming back to your wolf's corpse."
The threat hit me like a physical blow.
Cheese.
My breath stuttered. My hands trembled where they still gripped his arms.
"Kneel," Rafayel said again, and this time there was something else in his voice. Something that sounded almost like desperation. "Please."
I felt like I was being strangled—but not by his aura, though that pressed heavy around us, but by the look in his eyes.
Because beneath the gold glow, beneath the determination and the cold command, I caught the confliction.
