Rosette's point of view ~~~
Rosette?”
His voice was a shiver down my spine.
Of all the mornings, of all the places, of all the people I could have run into on the day of my father’s funeral, it had to be him.
I backed towards the nearest shelf, clutching the gloves and handkerchief like they were some kind of protection charm. My pulse pounded in my ears.
I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this again. A mix of infuriation and…fear.
The light from above flickered, casting tall shadows across Blake’s face as he took one more step toward me.
I held my ground, barely.
He smiled. That boyish, charming smile that used to make my heart skip in another lifetime. But now, it chilled me to the bone.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he said softly, as though that alone justified everything.
“Si
