Chapter 30 Collision
- Reese POV
- “No, I don’t,” I reply, and Rosabelle’s lips curl into that soft, knowing smile that never means anything gentle.
- She turns to her desk, slides open the lower cupboard, and pulls out a book so old and dust-layered it looks like it shouldn’t even be touched by even the air. The spine is cracked, the cover faded into something almost unrecognizable—like it survived centuries, not decades.