Dahlia
My mind raced, replaying every encounter I’d ever had with Hugo - who was also Hunter. The realization spun in my head, each memory adding to the chaos. How much had I told him? How vulnerable had I been? How foolish?
“Hello, flower,” Hunter said, his voice deeper now, laced with something unrecognizable. His green eyes, once vibrant, had darkened to nearly black.
“Hunter?” I frowned, my body stiffening instinctively.
“No,” he replied, shaking his head.
“Hugo?” I whispered.
His lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile as he stepped toward me. His movements felt foreign - nothing like Hunter’s confident ease. It was unnerving, almost wrong. I stumbled back, my foot catching on uneven ground, but he caught me before I fell.
“Forgive us,” he said softly, holding me close in a w
