Rosemary
I barely caught up with Ethan, his strides determined as he moved away.
“Hey, where are you going?” I asked, breathless from the chase.
“To get Amber. The moon’s almost at its peak.” His voice was sharp, but I could hear the weight behind his words.
“Why did you leave Nathaniel hanging like that?” I pressed, still confused by what had just happened.
“It’s a conversation for another day, Rose. You’re going to miss your chance if we don’t move.”
I nodded, understanding the urgency, though the tension in the air was thick. We reached Amber’s house, and she was already outside, standing still, holding a glass bottle in her hand. The gravity of the moment settled on my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake.
“Let’s go. We have little time,” Amber said, her voice calm but resolute.
