The air quivered as Ayla’s reflection stepped into the world of flesh and breath. She looked identical — every freckle, every scar mirrored perfectly — yet something in her eyes glowed wrong. Too bright. Too ancient. The Luna reborn. Ayla’s chest tightened as her reflection’s fingers traced the edge of Kian’s broken blade. “Funny,” the Luna said, her voice like a whisper wrapped in silk. “In every life, he still tries to protect you… and still fails.” “Put it down,” Kian said coldly, though his eyes were fixed on the weapon — his weapon — glowing now with veins of silver and ink. The Luna twirled the blade effortlessly. “You forged this once, remember? When you were still bound to her light.” Her gaze flicked to Ayla. “Do you ever tell him what he was before the fall?” Ayla frowned, her pulse racing. “Don’t listen to her, Kian. She’s trying to divide us.” The Luna laughed softly — a sound that made the air itself tremble. “Divide you? Oh, Ayla, I am you. There’s nothing to
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