But not so. Impossible.

"I killed him." Rosabella closed her eyes against the images her mind created, only to discover that they were even more colorful against the black canvas of her closed eyelids.

"I killed him." She repeated it over and over until she wasn't sure if the words were still leaving her lips or if it was the echo in her ears.

"Rosabella," Charles said firmly, the fingers he placed on her face clenched.

"Look at me."

She opened her eyes wide, ...