Rose's POV

I became tense, the inquiry lingering in the atmosphere like a poised firearm. I wasn’t able to inform him. I couldn't possibly explain to him that James had killed me—that I had passed away, and somehow the universe had granted me a new opportunity. How on earth can I even express that? How can anyone understand?

Elijah's voice interrupted my thoughts, soft yet persistent. "Rose, when you’re struggling for something or working on a plan… you don’t need to tackle it by ...