Aurora's POV
He walked over to a small table and picked up a heavy, leather-bound crop. He didn't look at me as he spoke.
"You have a choice tonight. One choice. You walk out that door right now, and you never come back. You go back to your boring life, your boring man, and you forget I ever existed."
My breath caught. If I left, I'd lose my only chance of revenge. I'd never get my revenge for my family. I couldn't let him go. Not yet.
"And the second choice?" I asked, my voice trembling.
Raymond turned, his eyes burning through the holes of the mask. "You stay. But you prove to me that you're loyal. Not to the contract, and not to your guilt. To me. You stay here tonight, and you do exactly as I say, no matter how much it hurts. You give me everything, and you forget his name exists while you're in this room."
He stepped closer, the leather crop tapping against his palm. "So, what's it going to be, Aurora? Are you going back to him? Or are you mine?"
