Kristen's pov.

The filtering moonlight shone brightly through the window and I could hear the hooting owl filling the air. The gentle cold breeze swept through my face as I slowly opened my eyes.

“You are finally up” I heard Agatha's voice. “I healed your wound” she revealed as she sat on my bed.

“Where is Rose?” I asked faintly as I struggled to get up but I fell back to the bed.

“She is in her room” Agatha replied. “Alive” she scoffed.

“We were just talking and she started spitting blood… I don't know what to say?” I explained as tears threatened my eyes.

“What happened?” Agatha asked leaning...