Rosaline Sinclair is on the run.
After barely escaping with her life, Rosaline flees Los Angeles to the streets of New York City. Desperate for a job, she struggles to stay hidden from an unknown enemy.
Damon Cohen is to be feared.
He works as the r...
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I watched as the sun slowly began to rise on the horizon line, light bleeding into the bedroom.
I'd been awake for a while, contemplating our next move. While Xavier was the mastermind of the operation, he always listened to my input.
I looked down at Flower, who wrapped herself around me, our limbs intertwined. Her heart beated against my own, steady and calm. I held her tighter in my arms, praying to anyone listening that everything will turn out fine.
I closed my eyes, hoping to rest for a while when Rosaline's breathing sped up. Her body began to shake from the nightmare she was trapped in.
"Flower," I cooed and brought her face closer to mine. "Wake up. You're safe. Open those eyes for me, Rosaline."
I repeated this for a few minutes, coaxing Rosaline to wake up. Her eyes shot open and she let out a gasp as if she had been holding her breath.
I rubbed her back as she tried to regulate her breathing, gripping my shirt like a lifeline.
"It's okay, Flower. I'm here."
Rosaline shoved her face into my chest, her shoulders shaking.
"I feel so imbalanced. I-I don't even know why I'm crying!" Rosaline sobbed.
I sat up, pulling her along with me so she was now straddling me. I leaned back so I could look into her swollen eyes and spoke.
"After everything you've gone through, especially last night, I would be more worried if you carried on like nothing happened."
Rosaline shook her head and began waving her arms wildly as she spoke.
"It's just so frustrating! One minute, I feel on top of the world and free. I finally felt like I was starting to close that chapter in my life. I had been feeling this anxiety for months, Damon– months!
"And just when I thought things were going to be all right– BAM!" She clapped her hands for emphasis. "The agent that was going to help me now has a target on his back. The metaphorical chapter is still going. Maybe I shouldn't have talked to him. What if he gets hurt because of me? I-I can't handle it if something happens to him."
Rosaline went to twist and tug at her hair, but I grabbed them, intertwining our fingers. I didn't need her to pull her hair out.
My heart broke as Rosaline continued talking in a frantic voice.
"And now with these nightmares...I can't even remember what they were about, but I just feel this grief and terror. I just– I want this to end before anyone else gets hurt because of me."
"Nobody got hurt because of you." I refuted gently, but she shook her head, trying to tug her hands away. I kept them in a firm grip.
"But they did! I-I thought that once I told the agent, everything would magically get better. And I do, somewhat. But this feeling of guilt is still there that I thought would disappear. This guilt that...I caused all those deaths to happen and will cause more because I couldn't keep my mouth shut," Rosaline whimpered. "Did you know that the youngest victim was Lillian Sanchez? She was only six years old. Her parents must be devastated. She had so much ahead of her and I was the fool who–"
