Rose Kinnish személy
„Well, at least you're with girls and not four males who may or may not murder you…” I murmur.
Rose's eyes flick over my shoulder, and I follow. My jaw clenches when I see King seated a few rows behind where I was, his eyes lazy and his lips in a flat line. I hate that my stomach and chest feel as though they've been punched every time I find him watching me. Why does he have to be so infuriatingly handsome?
„I don't know.” Rose bumps her shoulder with mine. „Seems like a pretty good way to wake up dead.”
I roll my eyes. „Rosé, you don't wake up if you're dead.”