Page 98 of The Mourning Throne
Talking.
But when Lex finally dragged his gaze over, nausea hit in waves
The girl beside Noah—
She could’ve been Kate’s twin.
If Kate was taller.
If Kate cut her hair.
If Kate climbed out of a mirror and dragged thewrongversion of herself back into this nightmare.
Same pale hair. Same fuckingface.
Were alternate realities a thing?
No, they couldn’t be. This wasn’t some corny sci-fi movie. This was hell.
I finally met your elusive cousin, Kate.
“You look like you’re gonna drop dead,” she said, deep voice and smirk verynot Kate.
Thank god.
“Do you need to get some air?” Noah asked. “We can go outside—”
Yes.
Yes, outside.
Away from this distorted horror show that had suddenly became his life.
“I—I have to go,” Lex stuttered out, his insides quivering so hard he was positive they’d spill onto the sticky, nightclub floor. Everything smelled like vodka and sweat, someone’s citrus cologne thick in the air.
“Morgan’s waiting for me.”
His legs didn’t feel real.
Nothing felt real.
Inside the car, Lex had to keep reminding himself to breathe.
In.
Out.
Don’t hyperventilate. Don’t pass out.
He dropped his head between his knees, dizzy and drowning in his own skin. The seat belt bit through his shirt like it wanted to split him open. Like it wantedinsidehim.
Too tight.
The seat belt.
His chest.
His entire body tingled.
