Chapter 31

Kaia’s POV

“If you aren’t Selena, then who are you?” the old man asked, his brows furrowed deeply. His voice wasn’t harsh, but there was a weight to it—an authority that demanded the truth. “You look so much like her,” he added, eyes narrowing as if my face alone was a riddle he needed to solve.

Before I could even respond, he brought out his phone and dialed a number. His fingers moved fast, practiced, and his expression grew more irritated with each passing ...