Aurora hastened outside before he could step into the chamber, her brows knitting in surprise and unease.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice wary.
Lord Danvers, however, merely regarded her with a measured smile, as though he had stumbled upon some long-lost treasure. "Lady Aurora, is it?" he mused, his gaze unwavering.
Her breath caught as his expression darkened. "Or should I say—Lady Aubree?"
Aurora's eyes widened. "How—"
"How did I know?" He let the question hang before answering, his tone as smooth as it was knowing. "I knew your mother, Simone."
The dim light caught the eerie gleam of his yellow eyes as he turned away.
A shiver ran down Aurora's spine. He was a witch?
"Come with me," he said, his voice calm yet firm. But Aurora remained rooted in place, her mind reeling. He had known her mother?
