Others saw Aurora and pitied her. He saw an artist. A strong woman, his. Between a private man and his silent lover their bond grows without words, they discover that understanding doesn't always require a voice-and that even the darkest souls can be seen by someone who truly listens. People heard his name and backed away in fear. And she can't get why he's suddenly always around the manor. ______________________________ "Aurora, say my name." I shake my head no. "Please, Aurora. Let me hear your voice again." "Nicholas." I whisper under my breath. He kisses me. Hands roaming around my waist. Letting go, he speaks, a grin on his face, "again, Aurora, again."