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Rosalia’s POV: Eris looks at me with a bemused expression. “How is that even possible?” She looks puzzled and a little scared. Like we all are. “That shouldn’t be possible.” Eris looks at a loss and I want to help, but I don’t have the answers. No one does. “What do we do?” I ask the quiet room. No one responds, and I feel fear and desperation clawing at me. Holding onto my defenses, learned through the years of being a slave, I attempt to master a calm exterior while I battle to lock my emotions away behind a wall. “I don’t know,” Ash sounds tired, and I can feel that Hunter is just as exhausted. “I feel like we need to do something, I just can’t figure out what.” He groans with frustration and looks towards the floor. “Maybe we should take a break, rest, and figure it all out later.