ROSALIE's POV
I was running, breath quick and shallow, as if some dark tension had gripped my lungs and refused to let go. My heart hammered in my chest, its pulse echoing painfully in my ears, my steps thudding against the cold ground in that endless, dark corridor.
I didn’t know where I was headed, didn’t know what exactly I was running from. I only knew one thing: fear. And, standing at the end of that corridor, the very source of it loomed right before me: Marco.
His piercing green eyes bore into mine, like he could see through me, hear the frantic pulse of my thoughts. He smirked, the corner of his mouth twisting upward in that same, infuriatingly calm and knowing way he always had.
“So, you finally made it love,” he said, hands tucked casually into his pockets, eyes locked on me
