C48 CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

ROSALINE'S POV

This wasn't time to pretend selective amnesia. I remembered vividly the events that lead me to the pack hospital. The steady rhythm of the IV drop, the beeping of the heart monitor and the smell of anaesthetic and disinfectant added to my throbbing headache and churning stomach.

I stood up from the bed and it was almost impossible to guide my steps.

"Shit