Hooked Between the Alpha Twins
I reached down, my fingers shaking, and gingerly pulled back the heavy, velvet blanket draped over the infant.
My breath hitched, not in horror, but in absolute, soul-crushing confusion.
The cradle wasn't holding a baby.
Lying on the soft white silk was a mirror. It was ancient, framed in tarnished silver that looked like twisted, weeping willow branches. But as I stared down at it, the surface didn't show my own reflection.
It showed the room behind me, but in the reflection, the door to my chambers was wide open, and standing in the threshold was a version of myself. Another me.
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