Chapter sixteen: The war council never happened. Because Eve came to us first. We were in Victor's room. He was trying to get the crown off me, but it wouldn't budge. It was made of light, not metal. "It likes you," he said, frustrated, his hands in my hair. "Or it hates you," I teased, but my chest was still tight. Then the window shattered. Not from wind. From inside. The Moon Mirror - my halo - cracked down the middle. Victor shoved me behind him in one move, blade out, growl rattling the walls. Standing in the broken window was a woman. She looked exactly like me. Same height. Same black hair. Same face I saw in the mirror every morning. But where my eyes were brown, hers were pure black. No white. No iris. Just endless night. And on her forehead, a crown too. But hers was made of black thorns. "Hello, Layla," she said. Her voice was mine, but layered, like two people speaking at once. "Finally. I've been waiting eighteen years to meet me." Victor sna
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