VERA'S POV.
There were two of him. Why were there two of him?
There were two Dravens in front of me, identical in every way—the same sharp jawlines, piercing eyes, and dark attire. At first glance, they were literally one person in two places, completely indistinguishable. But the more I looked, the differences began to reveal themselves.
One lay on the floor, his body unnaturally still. His skin was as pale as moonlight, almost translucent, like he didn't belong in this world. And his chest didn’t rise or fall. He looked...dead. The other Draven stood over him, his posture rigid and his face unreadable. I noticed his hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and his eyes bore into the lifeless body beneath him. Yet he didn’t kneel, didn’t reach out, didn’t do anything but stand the
