What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group h...
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Rosalia's POV:
When the spell releases me I feel a shift in the air, feeling the heat of a crackling fireplace warming my skin that's now no longer bare but wrapped in a thick blanket. Underneath it, I feel that at some point between getting out of the bath when I was out of my mind to when I woke up on the floor not knowing where I was. The blanket over my ripped jean shorts and sleeveless tank top is thick and warm, carrying with it the scents of mint and cinnamon that tells me, my anchor, to reality is nearby. Perhaps even close enough to touch.
Hands gently caress my hair, the movement sending muted tingles and shivers of electricity running through my whole body. Still, I clamp my eyes shut, hoping that if I keep them shut for long enough I'll be back in that shadowy corridor with my parents but after a while, I have to force my eyes open to see Hunter looking at me worriedly. But I can't speak, tears damning up my throat until it's hard to breathe. Taking a shallow breath I feel the tears blur my eyes before I can swallow down enough of the knot of emotion to speak. "My parents..." I mumble, feeling him hold me closer, close enough that he rests his head on top of mine.
"I know," Is all he replies with and I can see that when the spell had pulled me under we'd still been connected so he'd seen all my missing memories return along with me. Seeing all that I'd had hidden from me being revealed. "I know, and I'm sorry you had to see that." Hunter's tone is sad and it makes me sigh, closing my eyes a little when a sharp spark of pain radiates through my shoulder. Moaning he pulls me closer, mindful of my shoulder and I feel myself drift to sleep.
Hours later I come back to reality enough to hear people talking around me, their tones hushed, but I have to strain to make out the words for a second. Focusing instead on the voices speaking I can tell that it's Eris, Ash and Hunter in the room, talking about something I can't understand for a few seconds until I dredge my mind out of sleep enough to hear the words. "She'll hate me when she finds out," Hunter sighs sadly and I feel his hands are still on my hair - a gesture that makes me snuggle closer.
"What do you mean?" Eris asks and I hear the indrawn breath of someone else in the room that I can't identify. "Why would you say that?" She asks when Hunter doesn't respond with words. Turning my attention to him I can feel the tension and sadness radiating from him through the Bond linking us but I can't pinpoint its source. "Why would you think she'd hate you? You did both the spells she asked and saved her life multiple times so why would she hate you?"
Hunter still doesn't answer for a long while, so long in fact that I hear Ash murmur something I can't understand, feeling Hunter hold me closer and I release a pained breath when my shoulder clicks. He releases me slightly and I hear Eris mutter something before a prickling heat starts in my shoulder and builds until I give a soft moan unintentionally. "Is...is it done?" He asks when the heat fades from under my skin and the feeling of soreness fades with it.
