VESPERA’S POV
"Reach the central chamber before she does!" My mother yelled.
My mother's warning barely carried over the roar rising from the fissures beneath the floor.
I forced myself upright, ignoring the pain in my ribs as silver light crawled across my palms. Damon remained on his knees, one hand pressed against his head, while the woman wearing my face stood beside the widening crack in the stone.
She looked furious.
"Stop her!" She screamed and Damon lifted his head.
For one terrible second, his eyes found mine, and I saw the man I knew struggling beneath the ancient force controlling him.
"Run, Vespera." Damon said so I ran.
The corridor buckled beneath my boots as I sprinted toward the far end, where a narrow doorway had appeared between two shattered chambers. Behind me,
