Behind him, Lucy shifted closer, her fingers lacing through his. "She's in the in-between now."
Emma's eyes darted to her. "I didn't say yes."
"No," Lucy whispered. "But your heart did."
The air felt denser now, like the fog had slipped inside his lungs. The forest shimmered in the morning light, golden and strange, as if it had draped itself in a veil of silk and sound. The others - Rose, Grace, Stella, Zoey, Layla, Scarlet, Natalie, Susan - they weren't moving, but their presence pulsed like quiet thunder. Watching. Waiting. The unspoken invitation lingered in the air, the melody barely a breath beneath the surface of everything.
Sophie stepped beside him and knelt in front of Emma, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. "Are you still you?"
Emma searched her face. "I think I am."
"Then we're still in this together."
Emma sat up slowly, her limbs steady now, her breath controlled. "I don't want to give in."