The Thirty-Eighth Chapter

Rosette tried to breathe—reminding herself that she was still alive, that she was an immortal.

The encounter earlier made her entire body stiff and covered in redness. Rosette was wholly shamefaced and…guilty.

She had managed to choose over her own happiness than their—her and Leo’s—domestic felicity.

Rosette exhaled and inhaled; repeating it until she managed to think and speak and move properly.

‘Damn it!’ She shrieked in the walls of her mind.

At least, she had managed to see him once; at least for a second, at least for a minute.

Rosette kept on reminding herself that what she did was right; that the glamour she crafted was for the safety and prevailing of secrecy of the vampire and werewolf world.

‘Calm, Evalin!’ She only called herself by her second name when she was frustrated, furious, or probably a combination of the two.