I snapped my eyes open, fingertips brushing the cold wetness at the corners of my eyes.
The ache pressing on my chest would not ease.
The butler spoke quietly, “Miss Rosalie has come back.”
I dropped my eyes to my chest; the skin there had already been fully changed.
Fresh flesh, faintly pink, smooth and even, no mark left.
Rosalie walked in holding bags, warmth familiar on her face.
She set the jewelry-brand bags aside and reached out to touch my face.
“Keagan, Fritz went too far today.”
“I bought you a new watch, don’t be angry with him, hm?”
The medical staff had already gone from the old house; only a handful of guards stayed behind.
Rosalie noticed nothing strange. She smiled and opened the jewelry case, diamonds shining brightly.
“I promise I won’t let Fritz stir up trouble again.”
When she spoke Fritz’s name, warmth slipped into her voice without hiding; even she failed to notice it.
I stood still, watching her quietly.
Now she wore a necklace worth tens of millions.
The collar, once worn thin by washing, now held smooth mother-of-pearl buttons.
Even the gardenia scent on her body was exactly the same as the smell in Fritz’s hair.