"Roland, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Rose knelt beside him, trying to help him up. He was lying on the floor, weak and bleeding. There was blood near his mouth. Panic flooded Rose's eyes. She nearly burst into tears—she just wanted to help him, to protect him, to find a way to fix this.
But just as she held Roland, trying to support him, a hand grabbed her wrist. It was Damien.
"Now that he's at his weakest, you finally have the chance to escape," Damien said coldly. "Why are you still here trying to save a monster, when this is your time to run?"
Rose hesitated, glancing at Roland, then back at Damien. What he said made sense. She had been searching for an escape. And now—Rolanwas down, vulnerable. This was her chance.
But her heart screamed No. I want to help him.
"Rose," Yuna's voice echoed sharply in her mind, "you want to help your psychopath ex when you could be running for your life? Are you actually stupid?"
