Elizabeth’s POV.
As the hours went by, Rose and I said nothing.
She was busy with some books that she hoped she would become better with language with.
I had a book in my face too, one from the professor. The one he had given me an assignment on. I was nose-deep in it, flipping the pages gently as I read them over and over again. My brain wasn’t accepting the words, and the ideas weren’t forming but still, I tried.
After three trials of reading, I abandoned the book.
“Rose,” I called as I rolled over to the side of my bed that I could see her in.
“Yes?” she lowered her book too, “What’s up?”
“Do you think we need to go down for lunch?”
Rose’s forehead wrinkled, “If we don’t, then how would we eat?”
She was right to have asked me that question and it was because of the Alpha.
A me
