The hand that gripped my throat was identical to mine in every detail—from the crescent-moon scar on the palm to the silver glow beneath the skin—but the temperature was absolute zero. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream.
Darian was only three feet away, checking the perimeter, but he didn't even turn around. It was as if I had been pulled into a pocket of reality where only I and my shadow existed.
"You think you’re the Sun-Walker?" My reflection’s voice echoed inside my skull, dripping with a vitriol I hadn't known I was capable of. "You’re just the fuel. I am the fire."
I grabbed at the wrist made of dark water, my solar heat flaring instinctively. Usually, my fire incinerated everything it touched, but the reflection absorbed it. The more I fought, the stronger her grip became. Th
