Godfrey ventured through the bustling french quarter, wondering where Aurora was. It had been an agonizing total of three days of no word from her, and steadily his concern started to ignite into a very rational fear.
“Where are you, love?” He grumbled frustratedly. “Why are you hiding from me?” Godfrey’s rhetorical question held an obvious answer that he didn’t want to think about.
In truth, he was well aware of how much of a jerk he had been. His words were insensitive, his actions were callous. Unfortunately, it was something Godfrey realized he could not easily turn off. He didn’t mean to make Aurora feel so insecure and if he were being honest with himself, the platinum-haired vampire didn’t think that she was capable of such sensitivity. Or maybe he just didn’t bother to notice it.
