Rose’s POV

The sun struggled to filter in around the thick curtains, and I could still feel the warmth of Victor’s body alongside mine, the heat lingering in the air. But something was not quite right. My phone was vibrating relentlessly, a stinging, irritating sound cutting through the fog in my brain. I woke with a moan, reaching over and squinting at the screen.

It was Jasmine. Her name popped on the screen and I was wide-eyed in a second, with a surging pulse.

“What’s ...