Catherine pov. With a sinister smile, I watched as Mora's expression turned from fear to shock as she realized I was still alive. I wanted her to know that this time, I wouldn't be so easy to defeat."It's not true, Catherine is dead; I killed her," she yelled, her words punctuated by a sudden intake of breath."You murdered me, and I thought you were my best friend." I said, my voice low and cold.As I spoke, I took in the scene around me. The air was thick with the smell of freshly cut grass, and the sound of rustling leaves filled my ears. I could feel the rough ground beneath me as I fell to the ground, my hands clutching my head in pain.When I looked up, I saw Max holding a stick, and I felt a surge of anger wash over me. "Why?" I asked Mora, my eyes fixed on hers.She turned around and came closer to me, her chuckles filling the air. "It's a shame you've had to return to another body, and you still don't realize how powerful you are," she said. "You're wondering why I killed yo

Catherine pov. I found myself standing in a dark area, completely unsure of where I was. "Lux, Phillip," I called out, but all I got in return was silence. "Lora," I whispered, hoping for a response. As I looked around, I couldn't see anything. It was so dark that I couldn't even make out my own hand in front of my face. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on my senses. The air was musty and damp, and I could smell the earthy scent of soil. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel a cold breeze brushing against my skin. It made me shiver and curl up. Every time I took a step, I felt like I was still in the same place, like I wasn't moving at all. I called out again, "Hello," but no one answered. The silence made me feel even more alone and vulnerable. Suddenly, I heard a voice calling my name. "Catherine," it whispered. My heart started racing, and I felt my throat go dry. "Whoever you are, show your face," I called out, trying to sound brave. Just as I was about to give up

Lora pov. I lay on my bed, basking in the warmth of the wonderful moment I had just shared with Phillips. The room was dimly lit, and the only sound was the gentle hum of the air conditioner. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, taking in the sweet scent of lavender that lingered in the air. After a few minutes, I sat up and stretched, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. I stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. As I gazed at my reflection, I couldn't help but smirk at the sight before me. My hair was a mess, and my clothes were rumpled, but I didn't care. I was happy. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence, and my smile faded. "Don't worry, Cat; the place I'm putting you is far worse than what I'm going to do to your child." It was the voice of the woman who had taken over my body, using it as a tool for her own purposes. I felt a surge of irritation wash over me, and my eyes darted towards the table next to the mirror. There, I saw

Lora pov. I slammed my hands against my window, the frustration boiling inside me threatening to tear everything apart. As I looked outside, I saw the moon shining bright against the dark sky, illuminating the world with a silver hue. The faint smell of burning leaves from a nearby bonfire wafted into my room, mixing with the fresh scent of rain from earlier. I put my hands in my hair and pulled it away from my eyes, trying to clear my head. "I was so close," I muttered to myself, feeling perplexed and defeated. As I approached my mirror, I noticed my reflection staring back at me, looking disheveled and exhausted. "It's a shame your son is no longer with you, but don't worry, I'll help you finish what you started, Catherine, I will assist in ending your son's life." I laughed out loud as I walked out the door, jumping out the window. It was a liberating feeling, as if I was shedding my skin and leaving my troubles behind. "Oh, how I miss this," I murmured, noticing how pa

Lora pov. I sat there, watching as Phillips stood up and placed his hands on the back of his head. I observed him closely, taking in his appearance once again. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline. He had short brown hair that was slightly disheveled and piercing blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light. As he stood up, he let out a groan of pain, causing me to furrow my brow in concern. He looked at me, and our eyes met. "What happened?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion. I moved closer to him, examining his head for any signs of injury. I placed my hand on his scalp and felt a small bump, but it seemed to be only a minor cut. "You fell and hit your head," I told him softly. He looked around, trying to orient himself. "How about you? Are you all right?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. I nodded and smiled, trying to reassure him that everything was okay. But inside, I was seething with anger. I knew what I had to do, even if it meant hurting t