"No, I haven't." Rosie admitted. Ezra didn't even move after she slapped him, he hadn't done anything but profess his love for her. Surely, if he was intending to confess something so damning he would have had a better handle over his expectations. He wouldn't have just stood there while she fled.

She still couldn't bring herself to look back up towards him. Her allotted time was running out faster than Rosalie could think. The puzzle pieces were all laid out before her, she just needed the time to figure them out. Would the diviner allow her more time without the sacrifice of another memory? They all seemed infinitely more precious now, almost like they were the last remnants of a gift she'd carelessly lost. What would she sacrifice next to keep this conversation going? What was she willing to lose?

The diviner cleared his throat, snapping Roaalie from her rising panic. Minutes. She had minutes left. "Why were you surprised on Halloween? You acted like it was the first you'd heard of my reasoning."

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