Rosalia’s POV:
The next morning dawns and with it, I almost forget what happened yesterday. I forget the pain of learning that one of my two best friends had been Turned into a vampire - most likely by one of the royals - and that she came to me for help and I didn’t - couldn’t - but then the pain from the previous day intrudes on my happiness and I sigh, opening my eyes and looking over at the wall. Trying to bury my pain only to have the knowledge of my letter from Laurel spring to mind, and I have to fight to push that down. Pain. Just a never-ending cycle of it.
“Rosa?” Hunter’s voice pulls me out of my sleepy haze of misery and I relax, leaning into him where his arms are still around me. Anchoring me to reality. “Rosa love, what’s wrong? What happened?” I somehow managed to summon
