"That's impossible."
Elaria stared at her own face wearing a cruel smile. Every feature was identical. The same green eyes with silver flecks. The same dark hair. The same shadow marks on her arms, though these pulsed with sickly green light instead of silver.
"Is it? Impossible?" The Second Seeker tilted her head in a gesture Elaria recognized as her own. "You of all people should know that impossible is just another word for things we don't understand yet."
"Who are you?" Draven demanded, his shadows rising protectively around Elaria. "What kind of trick is this?"
"No trick. No illusion. I'm as real as she is." The Second Seeker gestured to herself, then to Elaria. "We're twins. Sisters born of the same womb. Though only one of us was wanted."
Queen Lyra had never mentioned a twin.
