Rosalia’s POV:
The hours passed slowly. Tense and full of strained silences I keep with Eris and Rach, wanting to find a way to save Leila. Not long after I’d left Ash with Leila’s still form Mara had arrived and I’d embraced my friend with a tearful expression. “Mar, I’m sorry I called but-”
Mara laughs, shaking her long hair, her hazel brown eyes alight with the same sparkle I’d seen the day we’d met at the palace for the auction that thrust us both into this cruel world of survival. Survive or die. “Don’t be Roe,” Her adoption of Hunter’s nickname for me makes a rare smile dance across my face before the seriousness of the situation. Something I know Mara senses before she speaks since she takes my arm, her eyes full of concern. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“It’s not me,” I respond quickly,
