Third Person POV
“I don’t know if I can do this” Rosalie whispered to Lucian as she gingerly drank the blood, holding the wine glass to her lips. She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to the taste of blood, even though Lucian assured her that in time, she wouldn’t even think twice about it. She wasn't quite sure about that. She jumped as Damon came waltzing in with a scowl on his face.
“She’s locked up tight,” he said tightly, fishing around in his pockets and throwing a key to Lucian, who caught it with ease. “Keys to the cuffs,” he said with a shrug when Lucian looked at him questioningly.
“Thank you,” Lucian said, fixing his eyes on his friends “for everything. It can’t have been easy tracking her down, yet you managed to do it when my other men failed. How?” he asked, curious an
