Rosalind had been caught by the beast.
Her heart pounded violently in her chest as she slowly turned around and found herself staring directly into its eyes.
Fear coursed through her body while she stood frozen in place, unable to move.
The tiger was only a few feet away, its white fur gleaming beneath the light and its blue eyes fixed entirely on her.
For a brief second, she thought it looked strangely familiar to the one she had seen at Merovia... at the Queen's... but that wasn't the problem now.
The problem was that she was standing in front of a beast that had effortlessly killed countless people, and if she made the wrong move, she would be next.
Rosalind wondered what she had done in this life to deserve this. She had only just returned from having her heart shattered, and now she was facing death. She simply couldn't catch a break.
