Rosalia’s POV:
Tension saturates the air in the room. In the space of a few seconds, it's as if the air has been sucked from the room again, leaving me internally gasping for air. Ebony and Laurel’s eyes don’t leave those of us on our side of the room and I also refuse to break eye contact with the two vipers nestled amid the field of poisonous flowers shining on the opposite side of the room. But the tension shows no sign of releasing the longer we’re trapped here.
What’s going on? I ask the others on our side who all appear just as confused as me. By now me and the rest of the coven have dropped hands and stand waiting to see what happens following the tense, unending, silence that seems to stretch endlessly between the two sides of this battle. Hunter’s comforting presence flares to
