The Ancient Bloodline

SIENNA

The woman on the other side of our estate gates looks just like me, with the exception of her silver hair and gold-flecked eyes that have seen more than a few decades of life I haven’t. My heart beat’s like a drum as I look at the security monitor, the pendant feels warm in my hand against my palm.

“That can’t be,” I whisper, even as I know it is. It's unmistakable, and the way she holds he