“Stay awake,” I growled, knowing sleeping in this prison was a death sentence. Someone would come. Someone would find us. Find her. “Stay awake, Rosalie,” I begged but her eyelids were fluttering closed and I knew it was no good. “Mason,” she murmured, the sound of my name on her sweet lips twisting the jagged knife in my heart which her betrayal had put there. Her manipulation.
stay alive..... cue eliza hamilton
