Aurora's POV
"What do you want, Raymond?" I asked through the door, my voice small and exhausted.
"I've been calling you," he replied, his deep voice carrying a note of concern. "You didn't pick up. I had to make sure you were okay."
"I'm fine. Just leave," I replied, leaning my forehead against the cool wood of the door. "I don't want to see anyone. Especially not tonight."
"Aurora, open the door," he commanded, and for a second, the authority in his tone made my heart jump. "If you don't open it, I'm going to break it down. I'm not leaving until I see you."
I frowned, looking around my small, quiet apartment. The last thing I needed was him causing a scene and waking the neighbors. I didn't have the energy for a scandal at my front door. With a sigh of defeat, I turned the lock and pulled the door open.
Raymond stepped inside immediately. As he brushed past me, a familiar scent hit me. It was clean, sharp, and exactly like the soap Oliver had used earlier.
