Chapter 6 - UNMASKED SHADOWS
Aurora violently snatched her carbon-fiber prosthetic leg off the floor, pulling it tight against her chest like a shield, her back pressing hard against the steel supply shelves as she tried to pull herself away from him.
Owen slowly sank down onto his knees on the cold tile floor in front of her.
The movement was deliberate, stripping away every ounce of his towering stature until he was sitting at eye level with his young housemaid. His dark eyes, usually so cold and unreadable, were now wide with an intense, haunting fear—not a fear of physical danger, but the haunting horror of a man confronting a ghost he thought he had buried deep beneath the earth.
He looked directly into Aurora’s eyes, his face inches from hers. The silence between them was thick enough to choke on.
When he spoke, his voice was barely a breath, carrying a chilling, absolute truth that shattered her entire reality.
"You weren’t supposed to survive," Owen whispered.
Aurora went completely, utterly still.
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Her mind stalled. The plastic bottle of cleaning solution she was clutching in her left hand slipped from her trembling fingers. It hit the tile floor with a dull thud, rolling uselessly between them, spilling a pool of clear liquid across the marble threshold.
She stared at Owen Callahan as the memory of three years ago—the blinding headlights, the roar of an accelerating engine, the crushing weight of metal—re-aligned itself in her mind, revealing a terrifying, murderous truth.
