Aurora's POV
Oliver's arms wrapped around me, and for the first time in my life, the safety of his embrace felt… quiet. Too gentle. He held me with such agonizing care, as if he thought I'd shatter if he squeezed too hard.
"Nothing happened… I just missed you," he murmured into my hair, his voice smooth and melodic. "I hated being away from you, my love. I believe you were lonely while I was gone."
I stiffened. Lonely. He didn't know. He thought I'd been tucked away in my bed, dreaming of his return, while I was actually pinned against a wall by an assassin who had made me scream for mercy. The guilt hit me like a physical blow, making my stomach churn.
"I'm fine, Oliver," I lied, the words tasting like ash. "Just… tired."
"Let me take care of you," he said softly. He led me toward the sofa, his hand resting politely on the small of my back. He didn't grip my waist. He didn't pull me flush against his heat. He just… guided me.
