(Lana POV)I gasped. Cold air rushed into my lungs and I clutched my chest, dragging in a breath so heavy. I forced my eyes open, scrutinizing my surroundings. I was in a room I didn't recognize. There were velvet curtains, gold framed mirrors and a faint perfume that didn't smell like mine. The room looked too regal, too alive. I pushed myself up on trembling elbows. My body felt wrong, lighter, shorter ... .my hands, slender, uncalloused, were not mine. “What—” My voice caught, it wasn't my voice. It was softer and higher. What was happening? Wasn't I supposed to be dead?My eyes fixed on the mirror beside the bed and in a swift, I rushed towards it, standing before it to find out the cruel truth. The woman staring back had pale hair my, blue icy eyes, wide and terrified. My face, my face was….my breath stilled and I stumbled toward the mirror, touching my reflection like it might shatter and set me free. ‘This isn't me.’But I knew those eyes, I had seen them before — thric
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