Still cloaked in her black shawl and seated amongst the two men, Rosalie alternated her gaze from one of them to another.
Her mouth parted to speak what was on her mind, seeing them silent and obviously lost in different thoughts of their own.
"Could you please help me get home?" She requested, her eyes gleaming with hope that they would indeed help her locate her way back to the Eastodian Region of Avalon.
Something within her told her that they were pretty aware of the people she was referring to, it won't come off as a surprise if they turn out to know them. Because from their knowing gaze at each other, it appeared as though they do.
Upon her request, the two of them turn their attention to her. She blinked at the cold man in particular, still doing whatever it takes to avoid Cesarean's gaze.
"First thing tomorrow—"
"Not yet!" Cesarean abruptly interrupted the red head's words. Earning his inquisitive glare in the process.
