Horror washed across my face as my eyes darted up to his. My breathing became shallow as I jerked away from him, covering my breasts with my hands as I scooted to the head of my bed. My stomach was rolling still, sending shooting pains throughout my body, and I felt sluggish, but I knew that I had to do something. The man wearing Blake's face grinned a sickening grin at me, crawling up towards me, keeping me trapped on the bed. His pulled his mouth into a wide smile that reminded me much too much of the distrubing one Crista gave me when I outed her for being a clone. Was this man, this thing, a clone too? Or was he some kind of shapeshifting Fey? We had made peace with them only a decade or two ago, so maybe the pain was still too fresh to them with their long lives. Too new. Besides clon
