Bound by Voices
“One of us?”
> “You or me. The vessel can’t hold both.”
The reflection’s expression softened almost kindly.
> “You like him, don’t you? That’s why the bond grows. You’re replacing me.”
Mira whispered, “I didn’t mean to.”
> “Neither did I.”
Then, with a sound like cracking glass, Seraphina’s reflection fractured—spider-webbing across the mirror surface. Mira gasped and stepped back.
From somewhere in the corridor, she heard Adrian’s voice—distant, pained.