[Rosalie’s POV]
Diego’s words settle into my mind, reminding me that my time on this earth is limited. Although I never feared death, that didn’t mean that I wasn’t nervous about what would come after I were to pass. Would I find myself in the arms of the goddess, or would I be in the fiery pits of hell for my sins?
“No,” the agonized cry snaps me out of my daze and draws my gaze to the far corner of the large room I’m standing in, where a small child fights two figures who are fully dressed in hazmat gear. “No!” the child repeats. “I don’t want to die! Please! Don’t let me die!”
The words cause my heart to break as I continue to take in the scene.
“Aren’t you going to stop them?” I ask Diego. “They’re only frightening the child more.”
“They’re doing their job,” he counters. “The chil
