Third Person POV
A monster. That's what she was. She had taken Misty's life without hesitation, in a fit of rage, showering her body in blood and without an ounce of mercy or decency left inside of her. Lucian held her, the water washing the blood away, but she would always have it on her hands and she wept on his shoulder, feeling nothing but emptiness inside her.
"You are not a monster," Lucian said again, pulling her away so that she could see his eyes "Rosalie, you will never be a monster, not to me. You did what you had to do" he assured her, but she was numb to his words.
Had she? She could have found it in her heart to forgive Misty, but she had become so enraged that it had consumed her. The girl's eyes, she would never forget the look in them as she had died at Rosalie's hand
