Rose’s POV

Angelina relaxed her gaze, verging on sympathetic. “I want you to understand, Rose. I am not your enemy. But I cannot keep watching you blindly step into something that will dismantle everything you've worked towards.

I stared at her, trying to discern her meaning. I did not know if I could trust her, although a part of me felt a strange tug, as though she could be truthful.

"I have no idea what to think," I confessed, hardly above a whisper. "Things are just so ...