" You’re fine, Aurora,” Frank says. “Just take my hand, follow me, and do as you’re told.” I scrunch up my face at that remark. And the way he calls me Aurora. I hate being called Aurora and anyone who knows me understands that. The Bombshell in me wants to come out. The white-trash biker-bitch farm girl is about to give him a piece of my mind when Kallie whisper-yells, “Aurora, we’re waiting for you. "
― J.A. Huss , Five (Mister, #6)