Ruby's POV

The soft hum of music drifted around me as I opened my eyes.

I was standing in the middle of the ballroom, with chandelier light, laughter, swirling gowns and glittering glasses. Everything looked exactly like the night of the banquet.

I glanced down. My skin was smooth beneath the fabric of my dress, every wound gone, every scar erased. There wasn’t even a trace of pain.

A chill ran through me. “Am I… dead?” I whispered.

Before the question could take root, a voice echoed ...