Aurora woke up early, way too early.
The memory of last night's nightmare still lingered in her mind, and her heart pounded just thinking about it.
She could still feel the thunder rumbling through her, Daemon's cold but steady hands wrapped around her, and the strange mix of fear and comfort that he brought.
She needed to get away, just for a bit, to clear her mind, to breathe without feeling like she was trapped.
Aurora got dressed quickly, slipping into jeans and a sweatshirt, tying her hair back, and moving as quietly as she could through the hallway.
The house was silent, dimly lit by the morning light, and it made her feel like an intruder in her own life.
Every step felt like a secret, but she didn't stop.
Finally, she reached the door and slipped out into the morning air.
She didn't care where she went, as long as it was away from here.
As she walked down the driveway, she spotted a taxi parked nearby.
