After Mason and his crew left, Byron and Rosalie were the only ones left in the corridor.

Rosalie's wrist was still in Byron's grip.

He did not look like he was going to let go any time soon, but Rosalie did not fly off the handle. She just said calmly, "They're gone, so you can let go now. Don't worry, I won't run away."

Byron watched her carefully for a few seconds before he slowly let go.

Rosalie rubbed her sore wrist and to two steps back before looking up to meet his gaze. "Is there