Who is that woman.
The question tore out of me the moment I saw her shape standing in the distance, blurred by the thick veil of fog. At first, I couldn't make out her face, only the outline of a figure that felt strangely familiar.
My breath caught as I stared.
Then the fog shifted.
And I saw her.
My entire body went cold.
She looked exactly like me.
It was my face, my eyes, my very existence standing there as if I had been split into two.
The only difference was the way she carried herself.
She turned to Ezekiel and spoke.
I saw her lips move, saw the way her expression changed, but no sound reached me. I couldn't hear anything they were saying like I could only watch what was happening without being able to interfere.
My heart pounded violently against my chest.
What is she saying to him.
What is she going to do.
Panic clawed its way up my throat. I spun around, my gaze snapping back to the serpent, anger blazing in my eyes.
"What are you planning"
