When she looked up, her gaze landed on a face that was tense with rage.
Aurora froze. She hadn't expected him to chase her down here, and for a moment, she was at a complete loss for words.
Dominic was visibly terrified by the man standing in front of them—eyes filled with fury, radiating a bone-chilling coldness. He tugged at Aurora's sleeve, his voice trembling as he stammered, "It's… Everett!"
Everett stood squarely in front of Aurora, his dark gaze locked onto her. From last night until now, he hadn't been able to sleep. Her face kept flashing through his mind, tormenting him with a storm of emotion he couldn't shake off.
"What's the matter? You don't want to see me?" Everett asked coldly, his brow arching as he noticed how Aurora lowered her head in silence.
"There! That's Everett!"
"Aurora's with him!"
"Hurry up! If we don't go now, it'll be too late!"
