CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
DARIUS
“You want to leave?” My opponent asked, looking up towards me. It felt exactly like looking into a mirror, and the thought alone was chilly.
His eyes were just as dark as mine were, his nose just as chiseled, his jaw defined, his lips heart-shaped. It didn't make any sense.
“Who are you? Some crazy shape shifter?” I asked, getting to my feet with a little difficulty. There was no denying that I was weak.
“Shape shifter?” The other me asked in my voice, and that sent a chill through me. It was unnerving, really. He was me! That had never happened to me in all my life. My exact replica. “Who am I? Dear Darius, you know me more than anyone else does. I am you.”
“What the hell are you spitting out, shape shifter?”
“Your strengths, your weaknesses, your fla
