Rosalia’s POV:
As soon as I start to see my form glitching, I know my time’s up. Heartbreak slams into me and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out in pain. Not now. Not now. Please.. not now. But it's in vain. I can feel the spell weakening as the last of my magic burns like a flickering candle. “Sorry,” I mumble, unable to look at him before I run.
And I run. Weaving as fast as I can among the people gathered in the party I avoid bumping into them after I do it once by accident and end up creating a ripple effect that nearly uncovers me. Luckily for me, Ash was around to do some well-needed damage control when he noted my shifting form. Help me. I mouth, and he nods, pulling me along with him until the fragrant spring air washes over me. We’re outside. We made it.
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