**Gabe's POV**
As the white light continued to envelop me, I clenched my fists and closed my eyes, determined to make a stand. To choose Evelina, to save her.
The white light began to diminish, leaving me surrounded by the shadows of the dark forest. I was fully clothed again, the small injuries on my body already healed as if a fight had not just taken place.
Suddenly, the shadows around me shifted, creating an entirely new landscape. It was as if time itself had been rewound.
My mother stood before me in my study as I sat across from her at my desk. Vincent, who was supposed to be dead, was sitting across from me, the wooden expanse of my desk between us, as we stared down at a picture of a fifteen-year-old Evelina. Next to her was a picture of Kyle and Nikita Sinclair.
“Kill them
