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SIXTY FIVE
FREYA’s POV
The transformation is complete. I stare at my reflection in the mirror of the dressing table only to see Elena’s face looking right back at me.
I blink, so does the girl in the mirror. Then I smile, and she follows suit. The glowing liquid worked, I look exactly like my sister. And by wearing her clothes and carrying her scent, I might just be able to trick Hunter into thinking that I truly am Elena.
I cannot wait to see the look on his face when his ‘dearly beloved’ stabs him in the heart. The thought of plunging a knife deep into his chest sends me into a peal of laughter.
Wait.
I quickly cover my mouth even as the real Elena stares at me through her bloodshot eyes. I may look like Elena, but I certainly do not sound anything like her.
Hmm, interesting. The liquid only works on physical features.
But it doesn’t matter. I take Elena's comb and run it through my hair bef
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