Bruises and Blame

Rosalind felt her stomach turn in disgust. She refused to listen to another delusional excuse falling from his lips. Without a second of hesitation, she grabbed the window frame and slammed the wood shut. The sharp crack echoed through the quiet space, severing his blind defense of Ophelia.

Down in the stone courtyard, Alistair stood frozen. He barely had a second to process the rejection of the