Rosamund put the leaf down on the ground after finishing her rabbit. The weather was cold, there was a light snowfall. It made her shiver from her thin clothes, even the fire wasn’t helping the cold. Ruslan straightened his legs and sat beside the wall, putting his head against the wall. He was still shirtless, his posture giving her a perfect view of his bare chest. Rosamund averted her eyes from his bare chest and looked towards the sky. Her mind was lost in thoughts of things that couldn’t be possible. Should she tell him what had transpired? Should she tell him that she was a divine demon? Or that the fairies and the witches were working together because the pure Hadean demons were back? But how could she break the oath that she was under? Was there any way around it? Perhaps if she ta
