Chapter 123
Ella
With a slow, chilling grace, she stepped out of the mirror as if it were water, not glass. She stood before me—her arms crossed, her smile sharp and knowing.
“I am the you you’re afraid to become,” she said, her voice smooth and venomous. “The one who gives in to rage. The one who doesn’t care what or who she destroys to get what she wants. The monster.”
I took a shaky step back. “I’m not you,” I whispered.
Her eyes narrowed. “Aren’t you? You were ready to kill for your mates. You already have blood on your hands. I’m just the version of you who doesn’t pretend to be sorry for it.”
I clenched my fists. “You don’t understand anything.”
“Oh, I understand everything,” she snapped, stepping closer. “I am you. I know what it’s like to be called freak. To be locked away,
