Aurora’s POV
I could in the distance hear light footsteps getting louder as they got closer.
“Aurora.”
Her sweet voice was not to be mistaken.
Mrs. Clemons.
“Aurora, dear, please get up,” she whispered. “We don’t have much time.”
She shook me lightly and as I opened my eyes it felt like every other morning when she would wake me up to go to the market, but it wasn’t. This time I wasn’t in my bed.
I was still on the floor in my father’s study, and the memories from last night resurfaced.
“Mrs. Clemons,” I whined.
“I know,” she choked out as she stroked my slightly bruised cheek. “Come on, we don’t have much time, and right now both your father and Mr. Damien are fast asleep in the living room, so we have to do it now.”
“Have to do what?” I asked confused as she helped me up fr
