Isn't that how you killed me

Tears streamed down Aurora's face as she watched Heath kneeling, blood gushing through his fingers. She screamed at Elowen, "Save him! Let him go! Don't you love him? Help him, for God's sake!"

Elowen glanced at Heath and smirked. "Yeah, I love him. But he doesn't love me. If he won't love me, he might as well die. That way, he can't love anyone else either."

"You're insane! Fucking psycho!" Aurora yelled, frantic.

When she first met Elowen and Isabella, Aurora wasn't scared or terrified. To her, this was an inevitable war. She'd prepared herself for the worst - injury, mutual destruction, all of it. Even when Isabella kidnapped her, Aurora felt a twisted sense of pride. She'd pushed the high-and-mighty Whitmore girl to such extremes. It felt like a victory.

But now, Aurora was terrified. She never imagined her vendetta, her hatred, those old blood debts would end up on Heath's shoulders. She could accept her own death as karmic payback for her past crimes and scheming. But she couldn