Chapter 312
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-10-15 20:48:03

The mirror Mara stared into rippled like a living thing. Her reflection grinned, wide, confident, wrong.

The crimson glow in its eyes pulsed in time with the heartbeat that still thundered through the air.

“You always wanted to be strong, didn’t you?” the reflection whispered. Its voice was her own, only smoother. “Strong enough to save him. Strong enough not to need anyone.”

Mara backed away. “You’re not me.”

“Oh, but I am.” The reflection stepped closer to the glass, movements perfectly mirrored. “I’m the part that didn’t cry when you thought Oliver died. The part that liked killing the Wraithborn. The part that knows power feels good.”

“Stop talking.”

“You can’t stop what you already are.”

The mirror’s surface began to bulge outward, like something pressing from behind. Her reflection’s hand reached forward, fingertips pushing through like water.

The glass cracked, spiderweb fractures racing across its surface. Mara took a deep breath, tightened her grip on her daggers, and whisp
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