The Crimson Reflection

She stood up, moving with dramatic grace, like a queen in control. It hit me then—this woman, standing before me, was the one Kaelen and I had been searching for. But she was more than just Vesper Thorne; she was also me, Rose, from the orphanage.

“This is the moment I’ve been waiting for,” she said, circling me like a predator. “You really do look like me.” Her smile felt dangerous. “How is this