I stared at myself.
She stared back.
Same dark hair.
Same blue eyes.
Same face.
But the smile wasn't mine.
Crimson light curled around her fingers, twisting through white-golden fire as though corrupting sunlight itself.
Behind me, Kael growled.
Kevin whispered—
"Okay."
He swallowed.
"I officially hate this."
The creature wearing my face tilted her head.
"You taught me something, Little Moon."
My stomach turned at the name.
"Don't call me that."
Her smile widened.
"Why?"
She took one step forward.
"It belongs to us."
"No."
"Your memories belong to us."
Another step.
"Your grief."
Another.
"Your power."
Clarissa growled so fiercely my skull seemed to vibrate.
"She is not us."
"I know."
The Hollow Lara stopped.
Then smiled.
"Are you sure?"
She moved.
Too fast
