![]() ![]() And then there’s Elian, who gave me a blade instead of stabbing me with it, standing behind me now. It feels like a miracle that she didn’t smell it on me before, or hear how fast my human heart beat. ![]() My mother may even be watching, and that means there’s a chance she could discover my plan. Everyone I’m going to betray is too close. Each point of my deception is so seamlessly plotted that I should feel prepared. Soon we’ll be in Psémata, and that means Págos won’t be far off. ![]() He doesn’t say anything, and we continue to watch each other through the pathway of glass until an odd feeling washes over me, worse than dread. He stands behind me with an amused expression, leaning against the doorway, his arms tangled over his chest. A human heart beating somewhere underneath it all, ready for my mother to take. I step forward and touch the glass with spiny fingers, blinking rapidly as I take in this version of myself. My skin is flushed red from sun and my hair is stiff with the saltwater breeze. Her lips thin and she roughly irons the wrinkle out with the palm of her hand. She takes in my newfound piracy and my newfound humanity – the face the Flesh-Eater still claimed for his own – and frowns in a way that marks her innocent features with a curious dent, deep in the center of her brows. W HEN I LOOK IN the mirror, a stranger stares back. ![]()
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