Rose woke with a start, her body aching and her mind foggy. She blinked, trying to focus her vision in the dim light of the cabin.
The chains around her wrists and ankles clinked as she shifted, reminding her of her dire situation. Rose looked down at herself, wincing at the sight. Her clothes tattered and stained with blood - both old and new. Bruises mottled her skin, and she could feel the sting of numerous cuts and scrapes.
She hasn't been able to heal quickly from the bruises and cuts on her body as she hasn't drank blood for awhile now.
She recalled Blake's face, twisted with shock and betrayal when he learned of her oath to Damien. Rose's heart clenched painfully at the thought.
For a moment, panic threatened to overwhelm her. But then another thought pushed its way to the forefront of her mind: Celena. Her daughter. She trusts that Blake had kept her in safety.
