Leah Carter’s Point of View
And as the two Emmas stared at each other, one warm and frightened, the other calm and terrifyingly sure, the world itself seemed to hold its breath.
Snow drifted gently between them. The frozen lake glowed brighter, humming with a faint music that made my skin prickle. Kael stepped beside me, his hand brushing against mine. Even he was silent, eyes narrowed, body tense like a wolf ready to leap.
The reflection, no, the mirror child, tilted her head slowly, studying Emma with a cold curiosity.
“You shouldn’t have come alone,” she said again, her voice soft but echoing, as if two people spoke at once.
Emma swallowed, hugging her arms to her chest. “I… I didn’t come alone. My mama and papa are here.”
The mirror child’s lips curved into a strange smile. “They
