The voice didn't come from outside. Not from the room. Not from the sea. She came from me. Right under my hand. Warm. Little. And terrifyingly clear. “Mama... don’t tell him I’m twins.” I glowed and blew backwards against the kitchen table. The photo fell to the ground, glitt into the water, which has now fallen through the halls, and began to dissolve. Silas saw my face. He knew right away. His eyes were raised. Then panic. ‘No’ His voice was barely more than a whisper. In front of me, Noah Carter went to air, still on his knees, the blood spread on his shirt. But he took a look at me. And saw my hand on my stomach. Then he died. Not before pain. For knowledge. The baby-cael in his arms suddenly stopped screaming. His amber eyes fixed me. Then my belly. And for the first time I saw real fear in this kid. “You remember too soon.” The baby's voice wasn't angry. She was... desperate. Eren stepped a step closer. His face became pale. ‘Twins?’ Silas close
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