Rose pov.

Dread crept into my skin at Finn's words. He fixed his gaze on me with a permanent creepy smile. What was he talking about? What did he know about me that others did not know?

I swallowed hard as I tried to pacify whatever was willing up within. I cleaned my hand on my skirt even though I knew my face was filled with guilt already.

“What are you talking about?” I asked in a sudden, calm voice that contrasted how I was feeling inside.

He shrugged and strolled towards me, his arms wrapped against his chest. “Well, I did a brief check” up on you. I got...