Epilogue
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Rosalind
“Rosalind.” A cool breeze wafted over my face. I opened my eyes, squinting against the pounding in my head.
“I’m awake,” I croaked. My visitor was a tall blonde woman wearing a white shift that left her arms bare. Her features were too strong to be counted beautiful, but once I met her eyes, I couldn’t look away. “Why are you here?”
The past few days had been filled with visitors. My sister Aspen was the only one I’d welcomed. The rest seemed determined to ask me questions. I’d answered best I could despite the blinding pain, but I wasn’t much help. Other than a few shadowy nightmares, my memory was gone.
“Can you sit up?” the woman asked. “Do you wish for water?”
I opened my mouth to tell her to leave me alone, when she waved a hand over my forehead. Insta
