ROSALIE's POV
A profound silence lingered between us, thick with unspoken words, yet his gaze betrayed nothing—no hint of his feelings, no trace of his thoughts. For a brief moment, his brow furrowed as if grappling with an inner turmoil. I, on the other hand, had never mastered the art of concealing my heart. My feelings were open, unshielded, and while it didn’t matter to me if he reciprocated them, his hesitation in rejecting me this time felt… different. A glimmer of something I couldn’t quite grasp.
"Come with me," he said abruptly, a silent invitation as he turned away, expecting me to follow. My heart pounded so fiercely it drowned out everything else. Was he angry? Why had he asked me to come with him?
Did he have to be this complicated?
As I trailed behind him, an odd unease s
