The ice in her glass clicked softly as it settled. Dark eyes focused on the amber liquid as she dragged her finger around the rim. Gerard was the last person she was interested in seeing. Something about having to come to him for a matter like this made her seem weak. Such a detestable state of being..."Gerard,” his name finally left her lips, though not without a hint of disdain. Their opponent's power paled in comparison to theirs, but that only mattered so much — it was the persistence that was going to be a challenge. Neither she nor Gerard, had time to deal with such a petty manner, made worse by the fact that their opponent had amassed a following. It would be far easier to put aside their differences now and end this than to allow themselves to be toyed with. “It seems we have a mutual...issue,” Rosalie sneered, her upper lip curling in disgust. “I suppose we should call a truce?” her voice was strained as she finally allowed her gaze to turn to the man sitting next to her at the bar.