Page 162 of Savage Crown

She has my lips—parted, trembling.

She has my eyes.

But they are wrong.

They glow.

A faint, silver light pulses from within them, as if something else is staring back at me.

The scars on my arms, the ones that should be etched deep from years of chains and fights and survival?—

Gone.

I inhale sharply, my hands shaking as I touch my own skin.

Smooth.

Too smooth.

I don’t even feel the cold anymore.

What am I?

The ground shifts.

Not beneath me.

Behind me.

A presence.

Rylan.

I see him in the reflection too—watching, silent, unreadable.

"You see it now," he murmurs.

I close my eyes.

"I already knew."

His voice is quiet, edged in something I don’t recognize.

"Do you?"

My fingers curl into fists.

I don’t.

Not really.

Because this isn’t just magic.

This is something worse.

Something permanent.

How can I undo it? I’m clueless .

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