I stared at the fake me, Jasmine, on the ground. Warren was still leaning over her. His eyes were half-lidded, but I could see underneath the tears brimming in his eyes. I couldn’t deny that I felt mortified, too. I promised we’d protect her, and I failed to honor my word.

“Everyone! We have all been fooled by the imposter!” Raymond announced, waving dismissively at Jasmine’s lifeless form. He had shifted back and someone had quickly dressed him with a cloak. “The Moon ...