Rosalia — POV
"Huh?"
The smile vanished from my lips the instant I heard my name mentioned in the middle of their discussion.
Every head in the vehicle turned toward me.
Even the driver — a man I didn't know, whose name I hadn't even bothered to ask — looked at me through the rearview mirror.
I mean… what the hell—
"Boss, Rosalia's ability is different. Rare," Henry said, his tone cautious but hopeful. "Last time, she managed to protect the house — and Robin — just by touching them."
Cassel didn't respond, but his attention sharpened. Henry noticed and kept talking, as if trying to prove a theory. He didn't even glance at me — the so-called heroine of his story.
"So the plan's simple," Henry continued. "We stop at a safe distance from the hospital. We hold hands — with Rosalia in the circle, her power should be able to shield anyone she touches. Then we go in quietly, grab what we need, and get out."
"Lovely idea, Mr. Henry," Liz said dryly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
