Brielle
Lucy sent Jade to the training camp.
I noticed it the second Jade walked in on day four. She had golden hair, a careful smile, and the kind of beauty that had clearly been practiced in a mirror until it looked natural. In my past life, Jade had blindsided me completely. This time, I watched her walk across the dining hall and felt absolutely nothing close to the old warmth I used to have for her.
Jade was my parents' daughter. She'd been kidnapped as a kid, found years later by Lucy, and then slowly shaped into a pawn so carefully that she probably had no idea it had even happened. That was the worst part of the whole thing. She thought she was just being a good cousin.
I watched her hesitate at the entrance, scanning the room before she spotted me. There was a version of me, s
