"Wait… What just happened?" Mason asked, staring at his palms in disbelief.
He couldn't believe it.
How?
How had this happened?
He had been so close—so incredibly close.
He knew that showing his face wasn't guaranteed to win her over instantly, but it would have planted a seed. It would have given him a reason to talk to her, just as he'd imagined in that dream.
Aside from the minor obstacles that had cropped up to hinder him, he had saved her. Sure, she wouldn't have truly died if that monster had killed her, but at that desperate moment—when the fear of death had overwhelmed her—she had forgotten the reality that dying in this conjured world didn't mean permanent death. If he had saved her in that crucial moment, she would have seen him as a hero.
But no.
Just as he was about to reach her—just one step away—someone else had shown up.
