Lyanna's POV
My heart stopped.
The woman wearing my old body smiled at me. Not a nice smile. A hungry one.
"Hello, copy," she said in my voice. MY voice coming from MY face. "I want my life back."
I stumbled backward, bumping into Cassian. His hand steadied me, but I could feel him shaking too. We'd just beaten Seraphine. I'd just accepted living in her body forever. And now this?
"Who are you?" I asked, even though part of me already knew. Already feared.
The woman in my original body stepped closer. She moved wrong—too stiff, like someone learning to walk again. "I'm Lyanna Thorne. The REAL Lyanna Thorne. And you're just a cheap rebirth wearing my soul like a hand-me-down dress."
Kieran moved between us, lightning crackling around his hands. "Back up. I don't care what you claim to be."
"Oh, the storm boy." Original Lyanna laughed. It sounded wrong—bitter and old. "Still playing hero? That's adorable."
