Seven
The same strong chin, defined jaw, high cheekbones. A generous mouth with a pouty lower lip, naturally more purple than pink. Lighter brown eyebrows, though I have mine tinted black to match my hair. Strawberry-blonde, soft, wavy hair.
I’m used to seeing myself reflected on someone else’s face. Every day, I look at Clary and I wonder at our similitudes. I like to study our differences too. Clary’s ears are rounder, smaller, while mine slightly curve at the tip. Her canines are smaller, whereas mine are sharp enough to draw blood when I bite.
The thing in front of me is no twin of mine. She is me. She shares every single one of my features. I wouldn’t wonder at finding a beauty spot below her right hipbone, if I were to strip her out of her layers of white and blue lace and gossame
