Avyanne's pov

The breeze inside Killian’s wing froze solid the moment Allison stepped forward. Her hood slipped back just enough to show her pale face, lips curved in a smile that carried no warmth. It wasn’t the smile of a stranger but it was the smile of someone who knew you, down to the fragile bones inside your chest.

“You really do look like her,” Allison whispered, green eyes locking on mine. The voice was so soft, like silk across stone, yet it cut sharper than any blade. “No ...