Elijah POV
Getting a fingerprint from Rosalia had been all too easy. I invited her for our late night tea time- something she’d seemed to have given up on since I’d avoided every instance of it for the last week. I did prepare the tea myself in advance, making sure not to leave any prints at all on her mug. I wanted to catch her without a shadow of a doubt.
“I thought you were avoiding me,” she said, smiling brightly. She was every bit as radiant as always; bright, cheerful, a never-ending source of light in my world, which had become so bleak.
I remembered the first time I had noticed Rosalia. I could still see her now- just a child, holding the cheek her father had bruised. I’d protected her then, and she sought my protection ever since.
So how had it come to this?
“I told you I was
