Chapter 83

Rosalie's POV

I gently open my eyes, the pain shooting through my brain. I glance up at a flowery roof, but when I turn around, I see a variety of props that I know are used by witches. 

Why am I in this place? I attempt to sit up, but the excruciating pain in my head forces me to lie back and close my eyes for a little while. 

I run my fingers over my face, then my head, and there are some bruises. My face appears rather damaged, and every time I touch something, a sharp pain goes through my head.

"Finally, you're awake," a voice from a distance startles me. I jerk my head in that direction and then, smiling against the pain, I close my eyes once again. As the woman moves further into the space, I realize that she is a witch. 

"Why am I in this place? "Where am I?" I inquire, glancing at her fearfully. With her eyes shining with mystery, she enters the room and sits next to me on the bed. 

"This is my coven an