“Rosa,” Zade approached her quietly. She sat alone on the hotel rooftop, gazing up at the night sky.

“How did you find me?” Rosa asked, her expression blank.

“I figured you'd be somewhere quiet, probably with a nice view and fresh air. The rooftop seemed like the best bet,” Zade explained. “Care if I join you?”

“As long as you don’t become a burden, help yourself.”

Rosa had always been the one who smiled the most in the clan. She was cheerful, helpful, talkative—everyone loved her. Talented. Beauty with brains.

But after Viktor’s death...

Zade hadn’t seen even a glimpse of a smile on her face.

It had been over...