Sylvia Vaughn's body grew increasingly tense. She lowered her head, clenching her jaw tightly. For the past few days, Hector Vaughn had been whispering constant reminders and threats in her ear. Gradually, it was as if Sylvia had been brainwashed by him; she followed his every command and was scared to death of him.
To Sylvia now, Hector Vaughn was like a personal demon—one she was desperate to escape but couldn't shake.
Just as the courage Sylvia had painstakingly summoned was about to be shattered by Hector again, a warmth spreading from her palm made her thoughts freeze. She turned to see Aurora Sterling's composed expression.
