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I could re atI looked like Brooklynn Wishing I had her dark hair and dark eyes Wishing that my skin was the color of baked honey rather than colorless milk

She could never be you, I heard a dusky voice whisper She could never contain the kind of power you contain

My fingers gripped the edge of the sink "Not now, not now, not now" I droppedthe words as I willed Sabara away

Closingto find the strength to crush her

Two I i until she was buried deep inside of me once ain, blinking against the harsh overhead light

But the face staring back at ed to a woman ild red hair and red-hot eyes Her skin was the only likeness between us: white as alabaster

I startled,to cover my face

But before I could breathe, or even blink, she was gone It was lass

Only er certain ain Trust me Trustus

There is no us, I insisted silently, biting my lip until it bled between my teeth I felt frustration uncoil, and this time I kneas my own

That couldn’t have been her That couldn’t have been Sabara in theback at me

Sabara was dead

"You’re dead!" I shouted,ht would happen in that moment, but what I didn’t expect was for the world around rate into utter pande the floor beneaththe mirror into a nizable, even to myself Instinctively, ertips clawed the edge of the porcelain sink for support Above hts flickered and blinked