Rose’s POV

As I walked down the quiet street toward Benedicta’s house, a shadow lingered at the edge of my vision, too familiar to ignore. I knew Finn had someone following me; he’d been testing me for days now, trying to catch any hint that I might be hiding something. I could almost feel his eyes, watching from somewhere far behind, questioning my every move. Part of me wanted to turn around, to catch this follower in the act and confront them head-on, but I knew better. Let them watch, let them wonder. It didn’t change my plans, not now.

I reached Benedicta’s door and knocked lightly, my mind replaying...