Third Person POV
“Rosalie. Rosalie” she heard whispering, sounding as though it was coming from afar, as she blinked, feeling disorientated, her head throbbing painfully. She realized she was lying down on a hard stone floor and rolled over dazedly, awkwardly getting to her feet and looking around in horror. She was standing in a dungeon cell. Bars blocked her from leaving and when she glanced to the side, she saw Bree standing there, in a cell next to her, clutching the bars, her eyes anxious, looking panicked as she stood there.
“Thank god” Bree breathed “I was afraid you weren’t going to wake up.”
“Where are we?” Rosalie groaned, putting a hand to her head and wandering over to Bree, staggering slightly.
“I think we might be in the dungeon of the castle,” Bree said uncertainly “but
