“Rori, love, please talk to me,” Godfrey tried stopping Aurora as she stalked intently and angrily towards the exit of their suite. Aurora kept forward, however, refusing to slow her pace as she stomped towards the door. Her hand grasped the doorknob tightly when Godfrey flitted after her quickly grabbing her arm. “Aurora, talk to me!”
Aurora’s hand was wrapped so tightly around the doorknob, she could feel it mangling beneath the weight of her grasp, as Godfrey’s attempt to stop her fueled her anger even more. Still, she dared not let go of the now disfigured doorknob.
“Stay calm Rora,” Sol whispered in the back of Aurora’s mind. “We are angry, but we would regret killing him. He is still our mate. Our true mate.”
‘Don’t remind me,’ Aurora griped back mentally so that
