Despite how much Rosalind despised Alaric, she could not deny that the things he said were true. Rowan had lied to her, and although she kept trying to convince herself that he had his reasons, doubt had already begun creeping into her mind.
Lying to her was not reasonable, especially when he had countless chances to tell her the truth but chose not to.
Every memory with him now felt different in her head. The stories he told her, the things he carefully avoided saying, and the way he always redirected her whenever she became too curious suddenly carried a completely different meaning.
He had spoken about his past in ways that made her sympathize with him, yet now all of it made her feel foolish because he had known the truth all along while he watched her pity him.
And the more she thought about it, the more it hurt.
