Oliver's POV
I looked down at Aurora. Her face was buried in my chest, her body trembling with the kind of terror that makes a person forget how to breathe. I knew that in a few seconds, everything could go black. I couldn't let her leave this world thinking she was hated. I couldn't let the last thing she remembered be the cold, arrogant king.
I forced her to look at me, my hands framing her face with a tenderness that had no place in a falling plane. The emergency red lights painted long, bloody shadows across her skin.
"Aurora, look at me!" I roared over the sound of the engines failing.
She opened her eyes, her pupils blown wide with fear.
"I love you, Aurora," I said, the words finally breaking free from the cage of my chest. "I don't know when or how… but it just happened."
Her eyes widened, shock flashing through the terror. Her lips parted as she struggled to process the confession she had never expected to hear from the man she claimed to hate.
