AURORA MOON
"Apologize," demanded a familiar male voice.
"It's okay, brother-in-law," cooed a woman's soft baby voice. "She didn't mean to push me."
Aurora "awoke" on her knees, a man's hand pressing hard on her shoulder. Blinking, she looked up and saw the smirking face of Ivy Crane.
Colorful lights. Thumping music. Bottles of booze lined up on lighted tables. The usual private box at Yingmeng club.
"You're too nice, Ivy," said Aiden Cross. He dug his fingers into Aurora's shoulder so hard that she cried out. "Apologize!"
Ivy's wide-eyed gaze of pseudo innocence landed on a bottle of wine. She picked it up and then waved it under Aurora's nose. "Drink this whole bottle ... and two more. Then we'll call it square."
Aurora felt woozy. She swayed, but Aiden tightened his grip, causing more pain. The agony brought reality into sharp focus.
Why was this so familiar … wait. Waaaaait.
She was dead. Right? Was this hell? Because it definitely felt like hell.
