Rose’s POV

I shrugged, as though I did not care, though I could feel the tightening in my chest. “Yeah. Like that.”

He sat back in his chair, tapping rhythmically on the armrest with his fingers, a habit I had observed each time that he had a difficult time maintaining a hold on his emotions. I could tell that he wasn't happy, although I did not decide whether it was anger. I had to have a hold on the situation, regardless of how much it seemed as though it was escaping me.

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