I watched my clone get carried away from Warren after faking a broken ankle. The servants were so worried about her that I could tell that whoever she was, she was loved here.
Yet, looking around, I was standing in my own garden, afraid to show my face.
Warren walked back to where I stood, making sure that no one else was around in the garden.
“She’s gone?” I asked, looking into his eyes.
He nodded. “The resemblance is uncanny. You would never know she wasn’t you.”
I sighed, “Yes, I could tell that everyone in the pack believed that she was me, a better version of me.”
That hurt.
“Are you okay?” Warren placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.
“I…I…” words failed me at that moment. I couldn’t lie to myself. I wasn’t okay. All I could do was shake my head. “I don’t know! She was taking Raymond’s side and everyone would soon follow suit, but that’ll lead us to destruction!”
