I paced back and forth in the courtyard, my mind racing. How the hell was I supposed to explain this to Damon and Lucas? I hadn’t expected Ember to do what she did—pretend to be me, kiss them both, and cause chaos. I knew I had to come clean, but the idea of facing Damon again after everything felt like a weight I couldn’t shake.
Lucas was the first to find me, his usual calm demeanor slightly shaken. His eyes were full of questions, but his concern was clear.
"So, this is... your twin?" He asked, his tone cautious but trying to make sense of everything. “I mean, I don’t get it. She looked just like you, but you’re telling me that wasn’t you?”
I stopped pacing and faced him, exhaling sharply. "Yes, Lucas. That kiss—everything that happened—it wasn’t me. That was Ember, my twin. She’s...
