Kapitel 113: His mate

Rosemary's pov:

I keep my arms down, at waist level, as I vigorously rub my hands together. An attempt at healing from the stinging cold that seems to be paying off. I'm slowly, but surely regaining my sense of touch in my fingertips. 

Eyes straight ahead, above the elevator doors, glued to the floor numbers, shifting regularly as the descent goes. 

Aside from the sound of friction my own skin is creating, the stifling silence around gives me the impression that seconds have become minutes, while minutes have graduated to hours. 

Images of myself booking it towards the rooftop like there was no tomorrow flash back behind my eyes. Then the sight of Lucian up there… I truly thought he was going to…

I am fine, I am perfectly fine… Everything is fine.