I jumped out of bed and dropped the rose on top of the comforter. The petals, the stem, the thorns, the entire thing was turning to ash and dust. I scooped up the remnants determined to get them the heck out of my room. It smelled horrible. Like sulfur. I brought the mess to the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet.
Who would leave me such a hideous gift? It was awful! I washed my hands under a hot spray of water. It stung, but only barely, I scrubbed and scrubbed with a bar of Ivory soap. That was definitely not a gift from Ronan. Chills ran up and down my spine. I looked frantically around the room. My Wolf was right there with me in my mind, waiting to help should the need arise. It's empty, Grazi, you're alone in here.
That should have made me feel better, but it didn't. My hear
