Vespera’s POV
Damon's father vanished before my eyes, and Damon looked as though someone had reached inside his chest and torn out something vital.
For once, I couldn't think of a single sarcastic remark.
The man standing across the chamber wore Damon's face, but there was nothing human in the silver glow of his eyes. He regarded us with the calm interest of someone examining objects he had waited a very long time to collect.
“Where is he?” Damon demanded.
The stranger tilted his head. “Who?”
“My father.”
“Your father is exactly where he belongs.”
Damon lunged.
I caught his arm before he could cross the chamber, earning a furious look that would have been considerably more intimidating if I hadn't just watched him nearly attack an impossible copy of himself.
“Think first,” I snap
