"Not Summer Vance?" Aurora Donovan gasped, turning in surprise to look at the person in the room. Her first thought was that someone had gotten plastic surgery to look like Summer Vance, pulling a switcheroo right under their noses.
But that wasn't what Arabella Donovan meant. The last time they met, she had seen at a glance that Summer Vance had two souls in one body.
Although she had two souls, both of them actually belonged to Summer Vance. They shared the same origin, so merging them was not only inevitable but also the most appropriate and harmless solution.
But this time, Arabella Donovan was surprised to discover something about Summer Vance that didn't belong to her.
It felt somewhat like a wandering ghost trying to usurp a body, but not quite. It gave her an intense, unsettling feeling of fragmentation—a dissonance she couldn't pinpoint—that put her on guard and made the hairs on her arms stand on end.
