ROSALIE's POV
“I've ruined everything. What are we going to do now? Will Michael kill me? Will he hurt you?”
He hadn’t said a single word since we’d entered the house. I felt like I was losing my mind. The thought of Michael coming after him because of me was unbearable. The idea that he could do something to Marco, something that was my fault… it terrified me more than anything.
Finally, he stood up from the armchair, setting his glass down on the table. Then he came closer, grasping my trembling hands in his, holding on tight.
"Didn’t you say you trusted me?"
His voice was so gentle, softer than anything I could believe came from him.
"Do you want me to trust you?” I asked, utterly confused. How could he suddenly care about my trust when he’d warned me over and over not to?
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