Selene’s POV
“Then let’s die together.”
The words echoed louder than the blade she raised.
We stood in the clearing, twin silhouettes in moonlight—her blade gleaming with promise, mine trembling with purpose. The bond between us crackled, not just magical but visceral, like blood recognizing blood.
“Is that what you want?” I asked.
“To burn with me?”
She smiled, wide and sharp. “I want to be you, Selene. And if I can’t wear your life—I’ll settle for your death.”
Kade groaned behind me, struggling to rise. “Selene, don’t—”
But it was already too late.
We charged.
She moved like wind with weight—too fast, too real, not entirely flesh but more than spirit. Her first strike nicked my cheek; mine landed square in her ribs.
She didn’t bleed.
Not yet.
Not red.
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