CHAPTER 68 : THE ART OF DECEPTION

I murmured, hardly raising my voice above a whisper, "You're not her."

The older me grinned, her gaze more piercing, her posture more assured.  "Not just yet," she answered.

Ethan took a step back, looking from one of us to the other.  "What is this?"

She paid no attention to him, only to me.  "...