The moment Valerie saw her Lord kissing someone who looked exactly like her, a cold certainty settled in her chest.
They were both demons.
She didn't doubt him. Not for a single second. No one knew him like she did. No one understood how sharply his eyes could spot the tiniest detail—the curve of her fingers, the way she breathed when nervous, the little scar behind her ear. There were more than ten things he always noticed about her, things no impostor could ever replicate.
And yet, he didn't recognize the fake?
Sure. As if she could believe that.
But instead of rushing forward and cutting them both down, she paused.
Something wasn't right.
