|| Author POV ||
Rosalie slowly pushed Max away, her anxiety rising in waves. Her lashes fluttered with rapid blinks trying to steady her breath.
“I’ll tell my friends I’m leaving. I’ll drive you home, wait here Rosalie. I’ll be right back.” Max said before turning and walking off, leaving her alone under the night sky.
Rosa’s fists tightened around the fabric of her dress. Her gaze slowly lifted and found him.
She didn’t want Max to come back. She was scared.
Swallowing hard, Rosalie took a shaky step forward. Toward the devil. Toward those cold eyes that burned like ice.
She wanted to go back to his mansion, to the silence of that haunting room, to the bed that didn’t belong to her.
Maybe if she closed her eyes and slept, this night would vanish. Maybe she’d wake up and pretend it
