Chapter Twenty Three A Secret Shared
Rosabella stepped into the room and nudged the door shut behind her with her heel. The soft click of the latch sounded louder than it should have. I moved aside while she walked in, setting the cups on the small table by the window. Steam curled up from the tea in thin white ribbons. “Couldn’t sleep,” she said lightly. “Thought you might be the same.” I picked up one of the cups. The porcelain was hotter than I expected. I shifted it between my hands before bringing it to my mouth. The first sip burned my tongue. I swallowed anyway. Rosabella sat on the edge of the chair across from me, crossing one leg slowly over the other. Her eyes moved around the room once. Bed. Window. Door. Then back to me. “Rough night?” she asked. I let the cup hover near my mouth. Frank’s scent was s
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