Gemma
I walked through the house, my breath caught in my lungs. I felt out of body as I followed the warrior up the stairs, my eyes focused on the open door to Rosalie’s and Ethan’s bedroom as we climbed toward the top of the staircase.
It couldn’t be true. I couldn’t make sense of it.
“Send word to Mirage, immediately. I don’t care if you have to send runners over the Eastern Mountains. You must get word to Ethan, now!” I said harshly, my voice steady despite the storm of vicious emotions rippling through my body. I knew it was a fruitless effort on the warrior’s end. Ethan would have been able to feel Rosalie depart. He would know. He would.
Oh, Goddess, no. This can’t be real.
Rosalie was laid out in her bed, her eyes closed, and hands folded neatly over her chest. I fought agains
