The Crown
The bustling streets of the red-light district are doing little to penetrate Rosalia's pointed stare and the tension between us. Erick has a confused look in his eyes as his eyes bounce between us. I can feel Zhen Xin squirming inside my pocket as I lower my head and contemplate what should I say now.
Rosalia has caught me off guard and now she knows just what is going on in my mind. This is the last thing that I wanted to happen.
"You have an explanation?" She demands, from her voice, she doesn't really seem all that pleased.
I scrunch my nose as various scents of flowers and incense graze my nostrils. It's oddly infuriating, "You can't expect me to forget him overnight, Rose." I say in my defense.
