Kayla’s POVThe world was chaos. Sirens screamed, red lights flashed like indignant beating hearts, and smoke was whirling away broken glass and spurting wires. I leaned my back against the wall with the railing of metal in my hands to keep myself erect as the earth shook under my feet.Damien’s hand grabbed mine, his grip firm and warm, dragging me behind a row of overturned crates. “Stay down,” he said, his voice low and commanding.I could barely breathe. My pulse was pounding too loudly in my ears, drowning out the distant shouting. My double’s laughter cut through everything else, soft and echoing, curling around me like a poison.When I looked up, she was standing in the middle of the corridor, framed by the flickering lights. She looked exactly like me but sharper, colder, her beauty tinged with something inhuman. The curve of her lips held the cruel satisfaction of a hunter watching its prey.“You can run all you want, Kayla,” she said, her voice smooth and mocking. “But you w
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