Jacob stepped closer, moving like a predator about to strike. I backed away, but he caught me quickly and yanked me toward him. His eyes locked on mine, unrelenting.

I blurted out in defense. "I saw the dress on the bed and thought you wanted me to wear it for the Moonlit Ball, I swear I didn’t take it myself."

His expression twisted. "No." He shook his head sharply. "I would never want that. You are not her. Wearing her dress will never make you her."

My face twisted in confusion "Who?" I ...