Oliver's POV
I have never been this restless or jealous in my entire life. Seeing my brother, Oscar, talking to Aurora was something I couldn't stomach, and seeing him press his lips to her hand—even a mere kiss on the knuckles—sent a white-hot surge of fire through my veins.
I looked into Aurora's eyes. She was staring up at me with wild, terrified eyes, her chest heaving against the silk of her dress.
"I told you not to speak to anyone, didn't I?" I snarled, my voice echoing off the stone walls of the corridor.
She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as she tried to find her voice. "He… he was the one who came to me… I was just being polite."
"But you gave him your attention," I shot back.
