“Tiberius must know the truth,” she whispered. “He does,” a deep voice cut through the air, and Rosalie pulled back, her eyes blinking and the moonlight evaporating from them at once. Tiberius stood in the doorway in a red dressing robe, his eyes wide with shock as he stared from Rosalie to me. “I heard it all,” he breathed.
Ahhhhhhhh
