Rosalia’s POV:
When the spell releases me, I feel a shift in the air, feeling the heat of a crackling fireplace warming my skin that’s now no longer bare but wrapped in a thick blanket. Underneath it, I feel that at some point between getting out of the bath when I was out of my mind to when I woke up on the floor not knowing where I was. The blanket over my ripped jean shorts and sleeveless tank top is thick and warm, carrying with it the scents of mint and cinnamon that tells me, my anchor, to reality is nearby. Perhaps even close enough to touch.
Hands gently caress my hair, the movement sending muted tingles and shivers of electricity running through my whole body. Still, I clamp my eyes shut, hoping that if I keep them shut for long enough I’ll be back in that shadowy corridor with
