Chapter 84 Aurora's Pov Continues

• My thoughts take a backseat when something, or rather someone grabs me, a hand over my mouth and the other on my stomach, hauling me to them. It takes a second for me to react but I do, kicking and screaming against the hand that holds my mouth. It's rough, strong, familiar. My nose catches a whiff of
• Clive Christian's No. 1 perfume laced with unmistakable peppermint. The scent making me gag like it always has.
• My body gets slammed against a car, nothing but darkness between me and my captor. I try to contemplate other people, I hope it's an amateur kidnapper, or perhaps a drunk psycho but all my hopes die when my captor leans into me and speaks. “Hello, my greatest creation.” he whispers, his hand falling from my lips now that he's sure I won't scream.