Oliver's POV
I felt her small, warm fingers wrap around my wrist, and for a second, my heart nearly stopped. The heat of her touch was electric, but the way she was staring at my knuckles made my blood run cold. She was piecing it together. I could see the gears turning behind those beautiful, tired eyes.
"How did you get this, Raymond?" she whispered.
I had to think fast. I couldn't let the truth out now—not when things were this fragile. "I had to punish a dude who stepped on my toes earlier," I lied, my voice composed and rough. "He didn't know when to keep his mouth shut."
Aurora didn't pull away. If anything, her grip tightened. She looked up at me, her expression full of doubt. "Are you for real?"
"Dead serious," I said, though my pulse was hammering against her thumb. "Why are you staring at me like that, Aurora?"
