Bound by Voices
“Never mind. The bigger question is—why do you look like me, and why are you talking like you’re auditioning for a ghost movie?”
“I am not a ghost,” the reflection said, voice soft but dangerous. “I am the true Lady Seraphina. You are the intruder in my body.”
“Okay,” Mira said slowly, raising her hands, “in my defense, this wasn’t voluntary possession. I didn’t sign any magical Airbnb agreement.”
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The reflection’s face softened, but her tone stayed distant.
“I don’t sense malice in you. But your presence has disturbed something… ancient. Something connected to him.”