Zoey stepped forward, her voice unusually quiet. "What does it want from us?"
"It doesn't want," Rose said. "It reflects. It gives back what we offer."
Grace walked to the edge of the pool, kneeling. "It's like a mirror."
"No," Stella whispered, her eyes wide. "It's like a bed."
There was something about the moss-covered platform that called to them in the same way the shard above did - intimate, sacred, sensual.
Rose stepped onto the platform and lay back, her arms open, her body glowing in the crystal's light.
She looked at Jude. "Join me."
He moved without thinking.
The moss was impossibly soft beneath his knees. The light wrapped around him like silk as he knelt beside her, his hands braced on either side of her hips. Rose pulled him down with a sigh, their mouths meeting in a kiss that was slow and infinite.
The others watched. None moved at first.