A LOVE LIKE OURS
But in every desperate moment, every time she’d faced the reflection and whispered, What am I really?
Selyra stepped back. "I am not here to command you, Yvette. I am here to give you back what was taken."
"Taken by Elias?"
"Taken by all of them. The Network. The Watchers. Even the ones who claimed to protect you. Power isn’t always stolen by force. Sometimes it’s stolen by story. And you—" she lifted her hand, palm up, "—are ready to rewrite the ending."
The ground beneath them rumbled faintly, and Selyra looked toward the horizon. It was no longer white but cracking, like porcelain under strain.
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