ROSE’S POV

I brace myself as the rude doctor turns his attention fully on me. His eyes are cold, assessing, and I feel stripped bare under his clinical gaze. I wonder if he doesn’t know who Akbar really was or if he was new here, but I didn’t break from looking at him.

"Rose Vancleff" he says, no longer even pretending to look at my chart. His tone is cold. He's a frigid man of ice, I guess, and I wished this kind of person could meet Alice and let her know how harmful she was to ...