Nora stared at the woman standing behind Aurelia.
For a moment, she forgot the collapsing city, the ancient kingdom, and even the blood running down Azrael's back.
She only saw herself.
The woman looked exactly like her.
Same platinum eyes.
Same dark hair.
Same scar beneath the collarbone.
But there was something different in the way she stood.
She carried herself like someone who had never been afraid of anything.
“You,” Nora whispered.
The woman smiled.
“I have been waiting a very long time.”
Ethan stepped between them.
“Stay away from her.”
The woman looked at him.
“You still protect her.”
Ethan's expression hardened.
“Who are you?”
The woman didn't answer.
Instead, she looked at Nora.
“Do you remember what you called me?”
Nora shook her head.
The woman touched her
