Rose pov.

A few minutes later, Luca's door opened and then closed, and he was gone, but all I found myself thinking about was what he said before he left. How his voice sounded so weak because even if I knew he did not say please, he was indirectly pleading with me not to leave him.

I tossed around my bed as our few cherished memories replayed in my head. Unlike Finn who just came in here to remind me of who he was. Finn was my mate for sure, and I was bound to feel emotionally or sexually drawn to them, but all I could find myself thinking about...