ROSETTE’S POV
The city looked the same as it always did. People leaving restaurants, living their lives. They had no idea that a woman had been erased from existence tonight.
That two children were about to get the worst phone call of their lives.
Zavien sat on his side of the car, watching me with those gray eyes that saw too much, that wanted too much, that had looked at Arthur Vance and chosen to save me instead of her.
I hated him for it.
I hated myself more.
The car pulled up to my building. I was out before it fully stopped, walking toward the entrance without looking back. I heard his door open behind me.
“Rosette.”
I stopped but kept my back to him.
“I know you’re angry. I know you blame me. I know you need someone to hate right now, and I can be that for you.” His voice w
