Rosalia’s POV:
After that initial argument with Hunter, I don’t really do a lot in the way of communicating with people. Those who hadn’t been in the immediate vicinity to hear it chalked it up to nervousness about possible attacks from one of our many enemies, but those who had been around knew the real reason. The real reason is that I was hurt. Hurt by the one person who swore they would never do that to me.
Hours pass in that numb haze before I even think about moving. About moving on. The thought hurts my heart, but I have to convince myself that’s what must be done to move past that. Never to love. I could never do that, because even if Hunter wasn’t mine, I knew I’d never find solace in the arms of another for as long as we were both alive. And even after that little one, Artemis
