Chapter 101
Checking In
Aurora’s POV
I wake up to soft sunlight filtering through the curtains, warm and gold. For a moment, I don’t move. My whole body aches–dull throbs in some places, sharp jabs in others. And then it all rushes. back–my injuries, the nightmare, the pain.
I blink up at the ceiling, breathing slow and steady like Raphael taught me.
The door creaks.
I jump just a little–expecting one of the maids or maybe Raphael with another round of meds.
But it’s neither of them.
It’s Jace.
And he’s carrying a tray.He balances it like he’s sneaking into enemy territory, tongue poking out in concentration, almost knocking it against the doorframe twice. There’s a full spread on it- pancakes, eggs, fruit, a little cup of orange juice with the tiniest umbrella stuck inside it for some
reason.
I blink at him. “Um…”
He stops dramatically at the foot of the bed, puffing his chest out. “Aurora. Your favorite idiot has
arrived.
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