Rosalia’s POV:
A tense silence follows after the initial introductions - neither side choosing to move - and I find myself ridiculously picturing a chess game. Behind me, Hunter snickers softly - clearly having read my mind - and gives an exasperated shake of his head. Silly. He mouths. If only it was that ridiculous.
I smile. But the tense atmosphere nags at me like needles under my skin and I feel oddly exposed. Even though I’m standing with the others. Keeping my eyes on the floor as was instilled in me by Ash, I can feel a hot flush creeping over my cheeks at the absurd thought that someone’s watching me. Don’t be ridiculous, Rosa. No one’s watching you. Calm down. I try repeating the words in my head like a mantra, but the feeling won’t go away. A……
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