Ruby’s POV
The night air was thick with tension as I stared at Levi’s outstretched hand.
"Come with me, Ruby," he urged, his voice steady but laced with something deeper, desperation.
I glanced past him, out into the darkened kingdom, where the wind howled through the trees like the whispers of ghosts. If I took his hand, there would be no turning back.
Then, I thought of Manson.
His golden eyes, his unwavering belief in me, the fire in his touch.
This was the moment everything changed.
And I had already made my choice.
I took a slow breath and
I stepped back.
Levi’s expression hardened. "You’re staying."
"I am," I said firmly. "My place is here."
His jaw clenched, and for the first time, I saw something raw flicker across his face,e loss.
"You’re making a mistake."
"No," I w
