Rosalie’s POV

I needed to get away from Ethan.

As I ran out of the tent and across the camp, my cheeks were burning with shame from what had just happened. I kept my robe pulled tight around me and headed for the solace of the forest.

I couldn’t go far, though. As much as I wanted to take off and just keep running, without my boy, I could only go far enough to get the sounds of the camp out of my ears so I could think clearly for a moment.

Why had I done that?

Why had I let Ethan make love ...