Third Person POV
Rosalie suddenly spoke, her voice so angry that even Lucian cringed. “Do you have any idea what you have done to me?” she said, the sound echoing throughout the dungeon.
Misty stared at her uncomprehendingly. Rosalie’s nostrils flared. She stepped closer to the cell, her eyes glowing a bright red.
“I spent days, in a deep sleep, in so much pain that I begged for death,” Rosalie said in a chilling voice as Misty flinched “I almost died and then I did die when Lucian turned me” she added coldly “all because you were so delusional you thought that Lucian would love you back if I was gone.”
Misty’s eyes filled with tears. “But he does love me” she protested, looking at Lucian wildly “I know he does. Lucian” she whimpered.
He growled. “Misty I have never loved you” he hiss
