Leah Carter’s Point of View
The mirror child stepped back into the shimmering ice, her silver eyes locked on Emma’s.
Her voice came soft and cold, drifting like smoke across the frozen lake.
“She is ready.”
The moment the words left her mouth, the wind snapped back to life, howling so fiercely that the ice cracked beneath our feet. I jumped forward, grabbing Emma and pulling her into my arms. Kael reached us a breath later, his cloak whipping as the storm swallowed the clearing.
The mirror child dissolved her body breaking into thin, glittering shards that vanished into the air. And just like that, the Whispering Tundra grew silent again… too silent.
Emma trembled against me. Her hands were cold as ice, but when she lifted her face, her eyes had changed storm-gray and silver, glowing
