The slam of the doors echoed through the ruined church, louder than thunder. My heart jumped into my throat. Rafael's shadow filled the space, his broad shoulders blocking the light, his fury rolling toward me like a storm.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" His voice cracked like a whip.
I froze. My hands felt clammy, my throat dry. I wanted to speak, but the words tangled up. The phone in my pocket buzzed again, but I didn't dare look.
"I asked you a question." He took a step forward, the weight of his boots heavy on the cracked floorboards. "Why are you here, Aurora?"
I forced myself to swallow. "I just… needed answers."
"From him?" His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing like blades. "Do you have any idea who that man is?"
"I don't even know his name," I admitted, voice trembling. "But he—he told me things. Things you never did."
His expression darkened. "What things?"
