Every single memory of her is ingrained into my mind. Her rare smiles. Her even scarcer laughter.
How beautiful she looks in a dress.
The love shining from her whenever she looks at Luna.
The way her breathing speeds up when I touch her. At first, it was from fear, but over the passing months, it became desire.
I refuse to admit how I feel about Rosalie. I can’t think the words, never mind say them. If I do, I’ll go back on my word and keep her forever.
And I can’t do that to Rosalie.
I can’t be selfish with her.
Just like every other day during the past three years, I have to put Rosalie first. I have to do what’s best for her.
And I’m not it.
I’ll always be a reminder of what she lost – what the Priesthood took from her.
Chapter 15
Rosalie
I’m worried out of my mind, which only makes my guilt so much worse.
Viktor hasn’t been home in five days, and I’m contemplating walking to his parents' house to ask if he’s okay.
These people are nothing to you. They belong to the bratva, Rosalie.
Just two more days, then you’ll finally get to leave.
If you show you care, Viktor won’t let you go.
Stay strong.
For Grandpa.
For Uncle Ricco.
You don’t feel anything for Viktor. These emotions are nothing more than Stockholm syndrome.
Instead of thinking about Viktor, I should worry about my future. I’ll need to find a place to stay and a job.
Luna licks my hand to get my attention, and I ruffle the fur on her head. “Hey, girl. Do you want to go inside and take a nap?”
She sits up straight and tilts her head as if to say yes.
“Yeah, it’s hot today.”
I walk back into the house and shut the door so none of the cool air from the AC will escape.
When we enter the bedroom, Luna jumps onto the bed and lies down on her side. I kick off my shoes, then take a pair of shorts from my closet.
It’s way too hot to sleep in jeans.
After dragging on the shorts, I crawl onto the bed and lie down. I stare at Luna as my thoughts turn to the incident between Viktor and me.
It was the first time he kissed me.