Chapter 2

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Aurora's POV

The song ends and just as quickly, so does my motivation to continue dancing with Layla and my sister, instead questions outlining my thoughts.

Why the fuck is Mikhail here?

What does he want?

Instead, I shout over the beginning of a new song.

"Hey, I'm gonna go get a drink." They give me a nod, too immersed in their weird best friend dance-ritual. That's my cue to leave before my sister sees me not going to the bar, but instead towards the man hidden in the shadows far away. 

When I turn back to see if he's there, only a wall sprawled with gloom meets my eyes. One not correlated with him. I'm about to start looking around, but just then, a door near where he was once standing closes, as if opened just about a second ago. 

Warily, my steps drag me closer to the exit, one that probably led to the alley next to the club. I yank the handle, stepping outside into the cool air. The cool air, that surrounds me just as much as the darkness. It's almost pitch black, so much that I have to squint to even see the mossy cobblestone underneath my feet 

The distant chirp of crickets sound out through the alley, occasional thrums of car engines and their headlights flashing blues and whites. The music was now just a constant thump against the soles of my feet, eyes darting to see where Mikhail could've went. I knew he was here. I had a creeping, renewing feeling that told me he would pop out any second. Just then, there's a switch sound and a bright light catches my gaze, pulling it towards the back of the alley and right to the small, orange flame of a lighter. The click of the lighter repeats, over and over.

And just like that, there he is.

Anger blows through me, and I stomp over to where he is. Stand right in front of him. 

"What the hell are you doing here?"

The lighter stops clicking. 

Instead, the flame stands steady, orange deepening the contours of his face. Strands of hair hangs in his eyes, making the dark, emerald green in them become more cavernous and striking. His jaw stays loose opposed to the slight tilt of his lips. And that tilt, that annoying little smile, makes my scowl deepen until I decide to speak again, this time firmer.

"I don't recall inviting you, Mikhail. So why, are you here?"

It takes him a few seconds, as if he's fucking illiterate, until his chest slowly heaves with a breath and a voice finally escapes those lips of his. 

"Nikolas Volkov. Ever heard of him?"

He says almost sarcastically, with his brows twitching upwards the slightest bit.

This again. 

For some dense reason, he had a certain knack for pushing my boundaries by asking brainless questions like this. For what reason, I have no clue. 

"Yes, of course I know-"

"Well, then. I don't see why I have to explain myself."

I scoff. "Yeah, right."

There's a pause. He scans my face, slowly. 

"Why did you follow me?"

My blood starts to simmer, hot and unyielding.

"Because you're not supposed to be here."

He leans back, starting to click the lighter on and off again.

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