Firestone Hot Springs I wanna see the world when I stop breathing

That’s all I’m asking, and truly it wasn’t unexpected, but Rosalie was still pissed. Although at a distinct disadvantage, she had no choice if she wanted to see what could be her eldest living child she would have to cooperate.

“I am Rosalie, I was once the Gamma of Swiftcurrent Creek. After a landslide I believed my eldest children and mate had died, including Zephyr and Helios. I returned to our home looking for closure after ensuring the safety of my youngest two children. Ask me whatever you wish I promise to answer as honestly and completely as I can, I simply wish to see my child.” There was a sadness in her submission, her rage while still simmering was no longer her predominant emotion. Now she was simply sad, to be here begging for a simply glimpse of one of her children.

Her seafoam gaze roamed the male again, appraising him and his intentions. Taking a leap of faith she added, “We are strangers to one another, I understand, I’ve had this conversation before. But I just ask for one conversation with my daug—child, just a chance to fix any heartache they have. Despite what Zephyr may have told you I have always loved her… them… him.” Rosalie had long since come to terms with what happened with Manon, she couldn’t forgive Zephyr until they spoke, but she would rather stand beside her living child than continue to mourn her lost one.