Who Is He Really

[Rosalie’s POV]

After the meeting, I’m led silently back to Diego’s room, where I know my cage is waiting for me. It seemed that even though I managed to help him get his father to go along with his plan to bring the villagers here, he still considered me nothing more than a tool.

When we arrive at our destination, I begin to make my way to my proper place, only to be stopped by a hand wrapping around my wrist. Frowning, I turn to see Diego’s dark eyes examining me.

“What?” I ask as silence falls around us. “Was there something else you needed my help with?”

“Where are you going?” He asks, taking me by surprise.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I huff, nodding toward my cage. “I was going to my home.”

For a moment, Diego doesn’t speak as he looks from me to the cage and back. Whatever he is thinking is hidden, but I’m almost certain I see a hint of regret there.

“You’re still recovering,” he says slowly, shocking me again. “You should rest somewhere a bit more comfortable.”

“And where is that?” I