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Rosalia’s POV: “M-me?” My voice shakes slightly, and I can see Ash’s concern in his eyes. “What would they want with me?” I feel panic shooting through me and I struggle to control it. It can’t be me. It can’t be me they’re searching for. Ash looks pale. “I think the better question we should be asking is why they’re after you. There must be an actual reason. They wouldn’t attack at random.” His voice sounds level, but his eyes keep shifting restlessly, and I get the sinking feeling that something is off with him. “Hey, are you okay?” My voice is soft, and I know I’ve caught his attention. He tries to give me his usual smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Instead, they have a vacant, haunted look that makes me wary. “Ash?” He shrugs. “I’m fine. Just tired.” He catches my doubtfu