Aurora glanced at her one last time, her expression indifferent. "There's nothing more to talk about."
She turned around. "I'll leave first."
With that, she walked away, her footsteps steady and unhurried.
Alana stared at her retreating back, her nails digging harshly into her palms as a surge of fury rose within her chest.
"Aurora…" she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. "Just you wait… I'll make you regret this."
Her eyes burned with a venomous glare, dark and twisted.
If Aurora had seen it, she would have only scoffed. 'You can't do anything to me.'
And in truth… Alana really couldn't. Aurora was far beyond her reach, protected in ways Alana couldn't even comprehend.
Meanwhile, after returning, Aurora immediately began investigating Alana.
There was something deeply wrong about her.
Normally, by this point, a person would have broken down completely... confessed, lashed out, or at the very least shown genuine hatred.
