Aurora's POV
The fear that came with staring into the darkness was unlike anything I had ever known. It was cold — almost as cold as the moment the dagger pierced my heart.
"You should be dead, sister," he said.
"It's strange how we are still alive right now. Almost like a miracle, don't you think?" the dark figure paced around, slow and deliberate.
He spoke like Kylian, the aura imitated his presence but something was off.
"You are not Kylian,"
"Ofcourse I'm not," a low chuckle escaped him as he paused behind me. I felt his breath against my ear, cold enough to raise the hair on my skin.
"But you want me to be. All that hate…Oh yessss!"
"You need me to be your brother right now,"
My voice trembled; "What are you? Who are you?"
"I don't understand anything! I feel lost in a world I don't understand, in a time I don't belong and all these weird creepy shit keeps happening,"
