Rosalia’s POV:
Laurel’s appearance over Ebony’s shoulder shocks me as much as it does anger me. If it wasn’t for Hunter’s hand on mine I would probably have lunged for her and tried to rip the witch’s head off out of rage. “Rosa, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” She says cordially, her eyes remaining on mine. “You look well.”
“No, thanks to you and your merry band of psychotic followers,” I spit, all civility out the window in the face of my enemies who stood side by side in the face of me and my safety. And the safety of any future children that come into the picture. Laurel gives me a mock-wounded expression that makes my blood boil. “What do you want now?” I ask in a hard tone, “Other than to ruin our lives that is?”
“Temper, temper,” Laurel chides, her eyes watching my every move
