Vespera’s POV
“Hello, my other half.” It said.
The creature wearing my face smiled from the hollow beneath the stone table, and every instinct I possessed screamed at me to run.
Damon moved in front of me, his weapon raised, while Theron stood frozen beside the table, staring at the thing as though he'd watched his worst nightmare crawl out of the grave.
“What is that?” I demanded.
“Not here! You have to get out!” Theron shouted.
The creature tilted its head, studying Damon with my amber eyes.
“You still think you can protect her, brother?” It asked and Damon fired.
The shot struck the creature's shoulder, but instead of blood, silver light spilled from the wound. The thing barely flinched before the chamber shook violently, sending cracks racing across the walls.
“Run!” Callum's
