Rosemary
A witch. I was a witch.
I was dead, and now I was not.
The words spiraled in my mind, an impossible truth that felt foreign and fractured, as if it didn’t belong to me. And yet… it did. Just as the memory of Andromeda’s icy fingers pulling the life from my chest, her wicked smirk, that unbearable darkness that swallowed me whole. My body, my mind, struggled to comprehend the pieces, but it was like trying to assemble a puzzle in the dark.
“Rose…” Ethan’s voice broke through the fog, hesitant but filled with a quiet determination. “What do you remember after the wedding?”
I took a shaky breath, feeling the memory rush back with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “I remember pain. It was searing, like fire in my veins. And then… darkness.” I closed my eyes briefly, steadyi
