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Rosalia’s POV: “Is it over?” Mara’s voice sounds from the doorway and I nod, gripping my phone tight enough to snap it. She steps further into the room hesitantly - perhaps remembering the room a few minutes before - but seems reassured when it’s all quiet. Calm. “What did you do to him?” She asks, motioning to where I’d lay Ash on the couch opposite Leila. “Did you kill him?” I shake my head. “No,” I cast a fond look of exasperation in my friend’s direction and hope that I’m right. “At least I don’t think so, unless his brother lied to me in the dosage of whatever you made when you listened to our conversation earlier,” Recognising her being caught out in the act she blushes and looks away, making me laugh. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” “Sorry,” She blushes a more violent shade of crimson