Ankyra Sound no sorrow or pity for leaving i feel

caiaphas pointed out the scents; for a long moment, erzulie closed her two-toned eyes. "no," in response to the witch's inquiry. "rosalyn has more enemies den i know, it seems." her tone was grim — she could only hope that her lover still lived, and would be kept alive.
"she was taken to get us off de lan', i suspect," the harlot went on, teeth clicking together on the last syllable. rosalyn, what had she done?