Rosette's Point of View ~~~
The sickening crack of Cesare’s fist against Blake’s jaw still echoed in the air when I looked up—really looked at Cesare—and saw him.
He was breathing hard. His chest rose and fell in jagged intervals. His hand, still curled into a tight fist, trembled slightly at his side. His eyes…
They weren’t soft. They weren’t calculating or cold. They were something else entirely.
Frightened. Not of Blake.
Of me. Of what he’d just seen in me.
And I couldn’t even blame him. If I was seeing myself right now through someone else's eyes, I'd be taken aback too.
I bet I looked unrecognisable from the normal Rosette who'd banter with him like cat and rat.
I stood there, arms wrapped tightly around myself, trembling like a leaf caught in a storm. My chest hurt. My ribs
