Rose's POV

I stared intently at Victor, eyes squinting as I tried to unravel the twisted knot that faced me. Deny all you could, the guilt hung over him—the hunch of the shoulders, the sidling eyes, the inability to accept the weight of his own mistake. And the strain between us, heavy and stifling, something I could also feel. He wanted something from me. That much became apparent now, clearer even than ever.

But what did he say? Did he apologize? Did he actually apologize for all the ...