Aurora's POV
I stared at the screen until the letters burned into my eyes. How is my girl doing?
My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone again. He was mocking me. He had spent the night inside me, whispered sweet things in my ear, and then walked out the door to put eight silver bullets into the man I loved.
The grief in my chest turned into a cold, sharp blade of hate. I didn't care if he was an assassin. I didn't care if he was a monster. I wanted him to know I knew.
I typed back with blurry eyes, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps.
"Don't 'sweet pie' me, you murderer. I know what you did. You left my bed and went straight to the meeting. You shot Oliver. You put eight bullets in him!"
I held my breath, watching the screen. The "typing" bubbles appeared almost instantly. My heart was thumping against my ribs.
