Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Under the projector, Sophia Milford... AKA "me" stood, well and alive.

She flashed us a smile and opened her mouth.

"Damien... will you marry me?"

I glanced at Damien. He was influenced as well and started making his way forward.

Afraid that he’d also be affected, I held onto Dexter anxiously.

Thankfully, he was immune.

He held me in his arms and whispered, "It must be a fake if the first person you call out to is Damien. If it were actually you, you’d definitely call out my name first."

I leaned against his shoulder in resignation. "How could you be jealous at a time like this?"

"Violette..."

Zion pulled her back, but she was adamant about moving forward.

She walked toward the hologram and reached out to touch "Sophia".