Rose’s POV

Victor's gaze flickered in her direction, his face an uninterpretable mask, but there was something in his regard of her—measured, judging—which made a shiver race down my spine.

He recognized.

Or at least, so he thought.

She stood, clearing her throat. "I, ah, I'll go see about a doctor."

Victor didn't say a word, didn't so much as look in her direction. His whole focus was on me.

She let it shut softly.

A thick, oppressive silence pervaded between us.

I ...