Chapter 11: Whispers in the Dark
Kane POV
The west tower has always been my sanctuary. Five years of grief lived in that room, carefully preserved like a museum to everything I'd lost.
I stood at the window, Ella's scarf pressed to my face, breathing in her scent. Lavender and something sweeter, more delicate. So much like Lyra it made my chest ache.
"You're doing it again."
Luna's voice behind me made me tense, but I didn't turn around. I didn't need to see the judgment in my sister's eyes.
"Doing what?"
"Pretending she's someone else." Luna moved closer, her reflection appearing in the glass beside mine. "Ella isn't Lyra, Kane. No matter how much you want her to be."
"I know that." The lie tasted bitter.
"Do you?" She gestured at the portrait on my desk. Lyra in the gardens, her
