Her Voice in Mine
POV: Diana
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror still trembling from the sound of my own voice.
I had spoken fluently in a language I didn’t know and couldn’t name. A dialect with syllables that curved and clicked like old poetry and it hadn’t felt foreign. It had felt familiar.
Cael had spoken first. Calmly. Like he knew exactly what he was saying.
And I… had answered.
Without hesitation.
Without thought.
Now, I couldn’t stop staring at my reflection, searching for something I couldn’t quite define.
Then, for just a breath, barely a blink, my eyes weren’t mine.
Not blue. Not round.
They shimmered gold.
Wide. Burning.
Her eyes.
The woman in the fire.
My mother.
I gasped and stepped back, my heart slamming into my ribs, the air thick with something unspo
