[Rosalie’s POV]
Clawed hands reach up and grab at me, tearing my skin and pulling me into the floor beneath me. At least, that is how it feels, but I’m not sure if it is my physical body that is being pulled or my very soul.
Closing my eyes, I let out another scream before I felt myself tumbling and crashing onto hard earth that cut me as heat pressed against my skin.
Goddess, it hurts. It hurts so bad, but it doesn’t stop, and when I finally pry my eyes open, I find myself staring up at a bloody red sky with dark lazily drifting across it. Occasionally, they light up with thunder, but no rain falls.
“Are you just going to lay there?”
Eyes widening, I turn my gaze in the direction the voice came from and find a woman clad in a black robe that is open at the top, giving the perfect vie
