AURORA’S POV
I watched as everyone drifted inside, carrying Sera , while her blood left a trail.
I recalled how Griselda was trapped, how did such a fragile moment slip through my mind? I sighed.
I was running before I even realized it, Selene’s claws digging inside me, urging me faster, faster. My chest burned, my throat was raw, but I couldn’t stop. Griselda’s door was just ahead, cracked open like it had been waiting for me.
My hand trembled on the handle. I pushed.
She was there. Or… no. Something was off.
Her back was to me, her shoulders stiff as stone, her gaze locked on the mirror. And in the mirror—my stomach dropped—Griselda was there too. But not the one standing in the room. The one inside the glass was the real her. Her eyes wide, pounding her fists against the surface
