“Well done,” my darker self said, stepping forward, her tone laced with approval. “But this was only the beginning.”
The water shifted again, rippling as a new figure emerged. This time, it was Dylan.
My heart clenched at the sight of him. His familiar red hair caught the faint glow of the water, and his piercing green eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that left me breathless. He looked exactly as I remembered him - the strength in his stance, the sharp lines of his jaw, and the warmth that used to radiate from him, now replaced with something darker, something accusing.
“You let me die,” he said, his voice low but laced with anguish, cutting through the stillness like a blade. “You were supposed to protect us, Rose. You were supposed to be our Luna.”
The accusation hit me like a
