Sold to the Devil
Even the tiny freckle near her collarbone was there.
“I—what?” Emilia blinked, reaching out to touch her twin’s face, only for Mochi to grin mischievously and give a playful twirl.
“Do I look pretty?” Mochi said in Emilia’s voice—perfectly mimicked.
It was deeply strange and deeply impressive. Emilia took a step back, then laughed breathlessly. “Okay, that’s… kind of terrifying, but also amazing.”
“She’s limited,” Dante said, stepping forward with a firmer tone now. “She’s still a child, and her powers, while unique, can strain her if used too often. Too many changes too quickly, and she could lose control—or worse.”
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