Selene didn’t look away.
Her reflection didn’t move with her. It stood still while she stepped forward. The room behind her blurred into the edges of a nightmare, too bright, too loud.
Darius stepped beside her. “What is it?”
She didn’t answer right away.
Because the reflection blinked again.
A second behind.
Like it was learning.
Copying.
Practicing.
“Selene?” he said again, more sharply.
She finally turned to him, voice low. “They’ve taken it further.”
“What?”
“The replicas. They’re not just mimicking my body. They’re learning me, my movements, my patterns, my decisions. Elio didn’t just recreate my DNA. He cloned my instincts.”
Darius stiffened.
“That’s not possible.”
“No,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. “But he did it anyway.”
Vincent stepped into the h
