Sam’s POV
Rosaline?.
She was standing at the edge of the trees, her arms crossed, watching me.
I stopped dead in my tracks. “Rosaline, what the hell are you doing here?” I asked, my voice rising slightly.
She didn’t flinch. “I told you I wasn’t going to let you go through this alone,” she said, her tone calm, but there was a quiet intensity in it.
I couldn’t believe it. “You’ve been following me?” I said, my anger starting to rise.
“I’m making sure you’re safe,” Rosaline answered, taking a small step forward. “I couldn’t let you walk into danger without knowing what was really going on.”
I shook my head. “You don’t need to worry about me. I don’t need anyone’s help.”
But Rosaline didn’t look convinced. “You think I’m going to just stand by and let you hide it all, Sam? I’m not let
