*Rose*

“Where’s Eli?” I ask. Three of my four men are in my room, looking at me with furrowed brows and expressions of concern.

“He’s… taking care of a problem, little flower,” says Tristan. He sits next to me on the bed and feels my head as if I have a fever.

“I’m not sick,” I say. They’ve all been looking at me like I’m crazy ever since I’d seen that frightening woman in my room. I don’t think any of them believe me when I tell them she’s ...