Rosalia’s POV:
It was a few days later that I got news of the masquerade. I had been sitting supposedly reading, but in actuality, all I was doing was aimlessly looking at the pages and trying to focus around something happening to me. Well, let me clarify, not me exactly. More like my bond with Hunter was still working, and I could feel something was happening to him which was making it exceedingly difficult to focus for longer than a few seconds. “Damn it,” I mumble, looking at the mirror where my eyes flash between their normal colour to the golden-amber that usually portends a vision or blackout coming.
Add to that the fact that it seems to have sent my powers slightly out of control. I take deep breaths and try to focus on controlling the strange energy circulating through me. Not
