Rose's POV

The sound of the keys jingling outside my cell sent a chill down my spine. I sat up, staring at the bars, dreading yet another interruption to my solitude. My life was in shambles, but at least here, in this cold, damp cell, I could think—strategize.

“Get up,” the warden’s gruff voice commanded as she unlocked the door.

I stayed seated, narrowing my eyes. “What now?”

“You have visitors,” she snapped, stepping inside.

Visitors. My stomach churned. No one should be here. No one who cared about me would dare come to this place. Which left only enemies.

I stood slowly, letting my chains rattle as I stretched...