Damien’s POV — Through the Shattered Glass
Damien awoke from his slumber when he heard a scream. He jumped from the cot in the chapel, grasping the blade at his hip, his heart pounding against his ribs. The walls trembled slightly, as if something had shifted within the construction of the building.
Moonlight seeped through the stained glass—or what was left of it. He dashed towards the altar. Broken window shards gleamed on the church floor like falling stars.
Lena stood among them, blood running down her cheek and the knife of truth shaking in her grasp. But she was not alone. A flawless copy appeared across from her, emerging from the cracked glass.
Lena.
But not.
This version's posture was darker, her eyes glittering with ancient wisdom, and her smile stretched across her f
