Her hands stilled in the drawer they were in, her breath caught in her throat. She ought to have been relieved that it was Ezra and not any of his family or staff that caught her, but facing him when her heart was in her throat had never been something she was capable of. It was why she'd avoided being involved in the dissolution of their wedding plans.

"I can explain." She responded despite making no move to drop her wand. Ezra was the more talented duelist between them, but Rosie was desperate. She needed a backup plan for if he refused to listen, some sort of defense that might allow her more time here.

Lowering her wand to her face so that he could see her, Rosalie added, "I'm looking for my sentimental item."

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