KAIA
He pushes to his feet with fluid grace. Blood still drips from his chin, but the injury—the fatal injury—is gone. Healed. Like I never touched him.
"Did you really think it would be that easy?" He tilts his head, studying me like I'm a particularly entertaining puzzle. "Darling, I've survived far worse than a missing heart."
He snaps his fingers.
The world fractures.
Multiple versions of him appear—surrounding me in a perfect circle. Five, ten, fifteen identical Edvards, all wearing that same cruel smile. The ground beneath my feet shifts, wrong, like reality itself is bending around me.
I spin, searching for the real one. But they all feel solid. Real. My Fae blood screams that something's wrong, but can't tell me which one is actually him.
They move as one.
Pain explodes acr
