Skye POV
"How," I muttered, the words barely escaping my lips as Chaos rose from the bed, the soft morning light casting a warm glow across the room. Confusion etched deep lines on my face. "I don't understand how he's still alive."
Chaos, equally bewildered, replied, his voice filled with uncertainty, "I don't know, but his voice... it sounded exactly like him." I had killed Talon myself, and yet the voice we had just heard was undeniably his.
"Could he be like Chaos Skye?" Nyx's voice echoed in my mind, clouding my thoughts. I struggled to make sense of her words, the gears in my mind grinding to a halt. And then, in a sudden revelation, it all fell into place.
"Twin," I muttered, the word slipping from my lips as Chaos turned to look at me. "The Talon we killed, Skye, he gave me the
