As the room grew brighter and brighter, the sun rising from the horizon behind the gray clouds and bringing light on to the frozen lands, Rosalie was able to see Creed's face as he slept. At first, she thought of the boy in her dream who had been sleeping peacefully on her lap, but as the second passed, she saw that she could not ignore the red mark underneath his eye.
She laid down close to him, facing him as he slept on, and caressed his cheek with her hand. What was that strange wound and why had it not healed yet? That was the first important question, then the next one was when had he inflicted it before he did not have such markings on his face before he went to sleep with her.
The wound had been bleeding slightly and there was dried blood where the cut opened. She hated to see him
