"She had your eyes."
Auren's voice was barely above a whisper as we stood in the library, where moonlight spilled through cracked glass and dust floated like snow. He hadn't blinked since the vision ended.
I knelt in front of him, my fingers brushing his wrist. "Tell me everything."
His gaze locked onto mine, gold flickering beneath his lashes. "She wore your face. But she wasn't you."
I stayed still, letting him speak.
"She stood in front of the Bone Throne. There was fire… but it didn't burn. It whispered."
Lucas stood nearby, arms crossed, listening intently.
"And what did the fire say?" I asked.
"That her name was Ashara," he said. "And that she had waited long enough."
I felt my breath catch.
Ashara.
That name hadn't been spoken since before the first blood pact.
Lucas cursed softly. "That's a name from the old records. The lost twin. The mirror child."
"I thought it was a myth," I murmured.
