Georgia’s POV

My jack*ss brother forbade any of us from talking to Rosalie, but he couldn’t forbid me from walking past her tent from time to time. I longed to go in, but I didn’t want to anger the Rogue King any more than he already was.

I was on my way to speak to Vicky, mostly just to vent since she had no answers either, when I saw a young girl stopping outside of Rosalie’s tent. I looked closely to see what she was doing and noticed she had a bouquet of flowers in her hand, and it ...