Not long after our conversation about Ethan, he came into the tent My arms tightened up around my baby. “Is he done eating?” Ethan asked me, standing near the tent door. I nodded. “Yes, but he‘s asleep.” With complete indifference in his voice, he said, “Give him to Georgia.” “No,” I said, keeping my voice low. I didn‘t want to wake the baby, but I was so upset that I was having to give my baby to someone else. “Rosalie, you need to rest,” Ethan said. “And that will be easier if he‘s not here. Georgia, take the baby.” I looked at my friend with a pleading look in my eyes, begging her to take my side. “I‘m sorry, Rosalie, but he‘s right. You do need your rest. Don‘t worry about him. I‘ll take good care of my nephew while you‘re sleeping.” She finished her sentence with a wink, which made me break a smile. I couldn‘t argue, so I let her have him, but I patted his head as his aunt pulled him away, carrying his sleeping form out of the tent. I had to trust Georgia that she was doing what was best for both of us and that she‘d make sure that I saw my child again. Ethan didn‘t back out of the tent right away, so I took advantage of the situation and got to my feet. I was still a bit shaky, but I couldn‘t let him see that. “I want to leave,” I told him, keeping my tone strong. Ethan shook his head. “That‘s out of the question.” I glared at him. “Ethan, you must realize that my people will be coming for me. They will fight you at all costs and free me. It wouldn‘t be good for either of our pack. You may as well let me go.” He simply shook his head. “No.” I wanted to punch him. How dare he try to keep me here? I reminded him, “I‘m not your prisoner! You can’t just keep me here against my will!” “Yes, I can. For your safety and until you recover.” “You... you are just such a tyrant!” Scanned with CamScanner Chapter 149: Rosalie Was About To Turn Twenty-One!

“Whatever you want to call me is fine.“. “What you‘re doing... it‘s just plain wrong! You have to know that.” I wanted to say more, to tell him that whatever it was he d done to make James hate him, I believed he deserved it. But I held back my cruel words–for now. “Rosalie, do not challenge me,” he warned as he turned away. “I‘ll be twenty–one tomorrow!” | yelled. Yes, I would be turning twenty–one, and it would be my coronation. My people would be looking for me, and I could not let them down! “I know,” he paused for a second, and then continued to walk toward the exit of the tent, but I wasn‘t going to let him. Grabbing his shoulder, I pulled him back around. Of course, I wasn‘t strong enough to make him move, but he turned because he wanted to face me. “I need to leave!” | demanded.copy right hot novel pub