chapter 48

ROSALIE

Pulling my purse closer to my torso, I hesitantly slide into the backseat of the sleek black car.

The enforcers exchange glances before slamming their doors shut.

Two get in front, and one gets in right next to me, and the engine starts.

Their silence is unnerving, and it sets me on edge.

"Please," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "How's my mother?"

The enforcer in the passenger seat turns around, his dark eyes piercing mine.

"You'll find out soon enough, Rosalie."

A chill runs down my spine at how he says my name - it's been months since anyone called me that.

Emily Jackson was the identity I'd built for myself, far from the world of bloodshed and deceit that had defined my childhood.

And now, it seems that world has caught up with me once more.

"Tell me now," I demand, my voice cracking slightly.

The two enforcers share a sinister grin, as though they're in on some twisted secret.

"We're sorry to inform you that your dear mother is no longer with us," the driver says,