Aurora's POV
Oliver didn't give me time to protest. He led me down to the first floor and out toward a secluded, sun-drenched section of the palace driveway. The morning air was crisp, but I was still shivering from the internal cold of my own thoughts.
Suddenly, he stopped and turned to me, his hands resting on my shoulders. "Close your eyes," he murmured.
I frowned, my heart skipping a beat for all the wrong reasons. "Oliver, what are you doing?"
"Trust me," he said, his voice a warm caress that made me feel even more guilty.
I took a breath and obeyed, letting the darkness take over as he held my hand, leading me forward a few more steps. The scent of expensive leather and new tires began to waft through the air.
"Open them," he whispered.
