Mias POV

I stared at him, my body tense, my heart slamming against my ribs.

This had to be some kind of mistake. A trick. A lie.

But his face

It was mine.

Not just a resemblance. Not just similar features. Identical.

I forced myself to breathe, to think. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I tried to make sense of it.

"Youre lying," I forced out, my voice uneven.

Lucasthe real ...