Rose's POV
I couldn't be hearing this right.
Marcus was at my door. At my fucking door, knocking like he was some desperate puppy trying to get inside. I could hear his voice through the wood, calling my name, the insistence in his tone. No. This can't be happening.
I came out of my bedroom slowly, trying to pretend like I wasn't bothered by the knocking, but there was Salem. Of course. His feline eyes peeked from behind the curtain, watching me, as if trying to gauge my next move.
"Don't open the door," Salem said quickly, his voice hushed but urgent. "He'll leave soon enough."
I rolled my eyes but didn't argue with him. I sank onto the couch and tried to ignore the constant rhythm of Marcus's knocks on the door, calling my name like I owed him something. Maybe he's here to beg for forgiveness? I almost snorted at the thought. I wasn't in the mood for any of his theatrics.
He would get tired and walk away like he always did, right?
