Rory’s POV
So tell me. What do you really want, she said.
I was thrilled and terrified. I knew this was a horrible idea. I also knew as I looked at her image that over and over every day. Back and forth fighting with what I thought I ought to do and what I wanted more than anything else. She kept changing her image. Revealing a bit more of herself each time. Then when the moon rose full she came to me in my dreams. Each time and each image pressed the same question further. What did I really want.
I typed my reply as I stared at her haunting image. I think you already know what I really want. I hit send, expecting a reply maybe later that day or evening, instead it came back almost instantly.
Yes. I do.
The next instant images began flashing across the screen at a speed that barely al
