Oliver's POV
Hot, stinging water filled my eyes as the first tear escaped, splashing onto the cold glass of the phone screen. I felt as though I had been gutted. My chest was hollow—a deep hole of raw ache that made every breath feel like I was inhaling broken glass.
What was wrong with her? Why wouldn't she just let Raymond die? I had given her everything as Oliver. I had given her my heart, my protection, my rank, and even a future in paradise. But there she was, in the back of my car staring at her screen, while she begged a monster for a tiny bit of his attention.
The phone shook in my hand, nearly jumping out of my grip. Another message.
Aurora: Please, Raymond. I really want to see you. Just for an hour.
