Third Person POV
Darkness, nothing but darkness, and a single flickering flame that entranced and frightened her all at the same time. She didn’t know why, but it fascinated her, as she stood there, staring at it. Did she dare to approach it? What would happen if she did? Would it burn her or would it merely pass through her hand? Where on earth was she? The last thing that Rosalie remembered was touching the beautiful roses that Lucian had sent her and then nothing but darkness that had surrounded her. She sucked in a breath. Had she died or fallen unconscious? But how? She had pricked her finger, nothing more. Surely that could not have caused her death. Perhaps she was merely unconscious, but then why couldn’t she awaken? She tried with every fiber of her being to force herself awake
