The world dissolved around me like watercolors in rain.
One moment I was helping Dante into the back seat of Victoria's car, his weight warm and solid against my shoulder. The next, I was standing in a place that existed between sleeping and waking, where the air shimmered with possibilities and the ground beneath my feet felt like compressed starlight.
"You're not supposed to be here yet," a voice said behind me.
I turned to find a woman who looked like me, but older, more ethereal. Her hair was pure silver, flowing around her shoulders like liquid moonlight, and her eyes held the depth of centuries. She wore a simple white dress that seemed to be woven from the same starlight as the ground.
"Who are you?" I asked, though part of me already knew.
"I am Selene Moonfire, the first of o
