For a moment, I couldn’t move.
Her words were heavy, and impossible to swallow, hanging in the air like smoke. Mira lay half-upright, blood running down her arm, the glow of the blade still humming against the ground beside her. The mark on her throat, a perfect mirror of mine, burned brighter.
Thorn's face was illuminated by amber light as his fire spontaneously flared. "What do you mean take her place?”
Mira's laugh was small and broken,nothing like her usual sharp-edged calm. “You believe that the Cradle only wanted one Moonborn? It never did. It made two—two vessels, one light, one shadow. But only one could survive the awakening.”
My stomach turned cold. “That’s not possible.”
Her eyes snapped up to mine. “It is possible because I was supposed to be you.” She dragged in a ragged
