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Rosalia’s POV: My rebellious outburst is met with silence from both Hunter and Asher. I keep my eyes on both as I watch them try to figure out a reason or explanation that would aptly answer my question. “Hello? Am I getting an explanation today or should I come back tomorrow?” Asher’s eyes darken and I curse myself. Nice one Rose. Maybe he’ll kill you this time. I suppress a shiver. “Anyone?” Both look at me with varied expressions. Hunter’s is closed off so I struggle to ascertain the feelings hidden behind the impassive mask I see. Switching my gaze over to Asher, I push down any lingering feelings of fear and raise an eyebrow in challenge. He gives a small smile and glances over at Hunter. “You didn’t tell me she was still a fighter.” He keeps his eyes on me and I narrow mine in cha