Aurenya’s POV
The world suddenly felt too small.
Too loud.
Too much.
“If the twins had never been born… the split would have consumed you years ago.”
The words hollowed something out inside me.
My eyes found my daughters instantly.
Arinya stood protectively in front of Lyssara despite only being five years old, chin lifted stubbornly like she could physically fight fate itself if necessary.
And honestly—
she probably would.
Lyssara stood quieter beside her.
Pale.
Overwhelmed.
Small hands clutching the sleeve of her oversized sweater.
But her silver-blue eyes stayed fixed on Serathine carefully.
Watching.
Listening.
Seeing too much.
My mother.
The word still felt wrong inside my head.
Not impossible.
Just unfinished.
Rhydan stepped closer carefully, voice lower now.
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