Rosalia’s POV:
Waking up the next morning, I feel that I’m alone. Ash must have departed at some point during the night to leave me sleeping in the warmth of the fire that’s now dwindled down to ashes and embers that spark orange. Drawing the thick blanket around me, I shiver at the cool September air drifting over my icy skin and instead look towards the dying embers of the fire with a narrowed look until, with a faint hiss and pop, the flames ignite in the grate. Grateful for the warmth, I pull the blanket tighter around me until the warmth from the flames bleeds into me, thawing out the freeze lodged in my bones.
Having freed my hands from the thick blanket still draped around my shoulders, I hold them in the direction of the fire in a kind of tranquil silence before the whispered wo
