but the moon is low and I can't say no

There's so much less she can do, in comparison, and Rosie knows that all too well. No magical shattering of bone, no cold and swirling wind, no holding him resolutely in place with the clench of a fist or a murmured string of Latin. All she really has is her anger and shock that it had happened at all, that Nick had been--could ever be--so vile about it.

It's not much, not at all. But maybe it's enough. She owes it to Sabrina to try, at the very least.

She doesn't really have a plan, either, something she only thinks about once she's stormed into the lobby of Nick's building and stabbed her finger viciously at the call button for the elevator. Maybe she doesn't need one. Maybe all she needs is her fury, her love for Sabrina...and the key she still has, silver and shining, on the keyring in her purse. Once the elevator comes and she gets inside, she works the key off the ring; if nothing else, she'll just throw it at him. It's not like she'll need it ever again.

Rosie arrives at the tenth floor, charging out and down the hallway. She doesn't even hesitate, just unlocks Nick's door and flings it wide. The lights are on, dim and golden in the living room and bedroom, signs that he has to be here--not that she wouldn't have waited, seething and furious, until he arrived back home again.

"Nicholas," she snaps, in a voice that for a minute sounds far too commanding to be her own. In any other circumstance, it might have made her smile. "Get out here and explain yourself immediately."

[[tw for gaslighting & dubious consent in the thread]]