Lyanna's POV (Modern)
I ran.
My feet crashed through the bush, branches tearing at my face. I didn't care. I couldn't breathe in that dungeon with Cassian looking at me like I was a ghost.
Maybe I was.
"Lyanna, wait!" Kieran's voice chased me, but I ran faster.
I couldn't face him. Couldn't face anyone. My entire life was a lie.
I wasn't me. I was just a copy. A copy of someone who died three thousand years ago. Every choice I thought I'd made—every feeling I thought was mine—belonged to her first.
My legs gave out. I crashed to my knees in the dirt, panting.
Was anything about me real?
The love I felt for Ember—was that mine? Or was it just memories of Original Lyanna loving her Ember three thousand years ago?
When I looked at Cassian, was I falling for him? Or was my soul just remembering an old romance I didn't choose?
"Stop," I whispered to myself. "Stop thinking. Stop—"
But I couldn't stop. The questions grew like poison.
