Rosalie's POV

I gently open my eyes, the pain shooting through my brain. I glance up at a flowery roof, but when I turn around, I see a variety of props that I know are used by witches.

Why am I in this place? I attempt to sit up, but the excruciating pain in my head forces me to lie back and close my eyes for a little while.

I run my fingers over my face, then my head, and there are some bruises. My face appears rather damaged, and every time I touch something, a sharp ...