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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Hunter's POV:
Glaring at Malachai and Raphael I move away from Rosalia's apartment block to face them. "Where's Asher?" Both shrug and I move to turn when I hear the discrete sound of a window opening behind me. Focusing I notice it's near Rosalia and I shoot my brothers a daggered look. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing to concern yourself about little brother," Ash's reply sounds from behind me and I turn my anger towards him. With his luminescent gold eyes and dark hair, Asher had the face of an angel but I know him well enough that behind the appearance lies someone with the devil's capacity for cruelty. He was selfish, cruel and vindictive with a cruel streak like our father's that it was sometimes impossible not to hate him. However, when it came to my siblings Ash was the best of the three of my brothers and my two sisters weren't much better.
Sighing to myself I calm down slightly before turning back to my siblings. "What are you doing here?" My question is directed at all three but only Malachai chooses to answer me.
"Just looking at the girl, you know cause she's special." He shoots back, grinning from ear to ear with a smile that made my heart go out to the poor girl. "If you'd done your research you'd know....she's the one." Malachai's cryptic comment puzzled me but I refused to show it. Holding his hands up in mock surrender he turns his back and walks down the path, the early morning light making him visible to passersby. Raphael followed but Asher stayed behind, watching me with a quizzical eye.
"What Ash?" I ask, my question comes out more forceful than I'd intended it to. My gaze meets his to see confusion but he refuses to say another word, instead, he turns and leaves me standing alone staring up at Rosalia's apartment with a feeling of confusion swirling around inside.
Acting impulsively, I reach for a pen and a loose piece of paper in my jacket pocket and write her a small warning note, to get her attention to be careful. Slipping into her room, I place it between the two window panes before leaving as soundlessly as I entered, not even taking notice of her. Once back on the ground I take a last look up at her apartment and shake my head in confusion as I turn to follow my brothers.
Rosalia's POV:
Friday dawned with an unseasonable amount of sunshine streaming in through my window for the end of September. Rising slowly I tiptoed to the window to see that my mysterious stalker had vanished but that someone had been in the room as a note had been slipped between the two window panes. Manoeuvring the latch I catch hold of the paper before it's blown away in the wind. Flipping it over I take in the delicate cursive strokes of the writing before the words register with me. Be careful. They know who you are and they're watching you. Frowning I flip the note over, looking for a name, but my search is futile as whoever my mystery helper was, they didn't want to be identified or the note traced back to them. Odd.
Bewildered, I place the note in my bag for later and get ready for college so I can meet Mae on time. As I lock the door to leave I suddenly remember the watcher from down the road yesterday. Scanning the road I walk to where we agree to meet and listen as Mae launches into a whole conversation about the party that night. Containing my paranoia the feeling eases when I see no sign of the mysterious figure. The closer we got to college the more relaxed I felt until I could almost have forgotten the whole incident until I saw the figure again. Down by the trees on the left side of the field, I knew when they saw me as their posture changed.
