AURORA
I was taken aback by the stampede of butterflies that I felt. It was like some sort of addictive rush. A feeling that I didn't want to let go of and at the same time I knew that I couldn't embrace, no matter how badly I wanted to. The room was now shrouded in awkward silence. None of us uttered a word after Kane admitted to not wanting me to be hurt. I didn't know what to say after that and how best to react and I was sure he didn't know what to say either. I watched curiously as he tended to my bruised knuckles and wrapped them in bandages.
I knew tomorrow I was still going to get my knuckles bruised again. If I wanted my thoughts not to be occupied by Drogo and the thoughts of Kane as well, I needed to engage my mind with something that would leave me exhausted at the end of the
