Lizabella“Damn it!” I cursed under my breath, replaying that cursed video over and over, even though I'd sworn off all devices days ago. The voice in it sounded exactly like mine, smooth, with that slight lilt I'd picked up from years of feeling lost before finding my place here. But what made it truly convincing and what twisted my gut into knots, was how the impersonator spoke of secrets only I and the Lycan Kings knew so it was impossible to explain that it wasn't me, and that some dark force was at play, weaving illusions to tear us apart. Who would believe such a tale when the evidence screamed otherwise?I had tried, oh how I had tried to make them see. "Something's wrong here,” I had pleaded to Damon, Damian, and Donald that first night, my hands trembling as I gripped the edge of the table in our shared chamber. "Someone's imitating my voice, and we need to find out who's behind it."But they had dismissed me with gentle words that stung. "Don't worry, Lizabella,” Damon had
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