ROSALIE's POV
I wanted to believe he was joking. That he’d say something like that and then brush it off as if it meant nothing. But he wasn’t smiling; instead, his expression was serious, contemplative. This complicated, twisted relationship of ours didn’t need any more sorrow—this wasn’t how I wanted to remember him. So, I lifted my head from his chest, letting it rest back on the pillow.
“What would I even be doing in your heart?” I teased, a playful smile curving my lips. “I should be in some ordinary guy’s heart. You know, I’m not like you—I don’t belong in just anyone’s heart.”
“Oh, really?” he replied, his own lips lifting in a slow smile. When it was just the two of us, with no one else around, he became a different person—gentler, almost warm. The man people feared, the infamou
