"Do you hate them?"
Rose didn't move.
Her eyes remained fixed on Edmond's face.
For a moment, she thought the voice had only existed inside her head. The room was completely silent, with nothing but the sound of her uneven breathing and the faint wind slipping through the narrow window.
She slowly lifted her head and looked around. "Who's there?"
No one answered her question.
Her eyes moved toward the closed door. There were holy maidens guarding the hallway outside, so no one should have been able to enter without her noticing.
No one answered.
Rose looked toward the door, but it remained closed. There were holy maidens guarding the hallway outside, so no one should have been able to enter without her noticing.
For a moment, Rose wondered whether she was finally losing her mind.
Perhaps that wouldn't be so terrible.
If she became mad enough, perhaps she could start imagining Edmund was still alive.
Her gaze returned to him, then her thumb gently moved across his cheek.
