“Rosalie,” she hisses. “You must not marry that man.” “What?” I try to yank my hand away, but she’s holding on tight. “What are you talking about?” “Please.” Her black eyes lock with mine. “You must listen to me. You think this man will bring you happiness, but he won’t. He will bring death into your life.” “Death?” I repeat. “You mean… he’s going to die?” The thought of Nick dying is like a hand squeezing my heart. I can’t imagine my life without him. “No,” she says firmly. “He will not die. He will bring the death of another.”
