Liora stood frozen, her eyes wide as she stared at the spot where Draven had been standing just moments before. He had vanished without a trace, leaving the air around his office feeling unusually heavy, as if it held secrets she couldn't begin to grasp. Her fingers trembled slightly, pointing at the exact place he had been.
"Where did he go? Was it... was it me? Did I do something wrong?" Her voice was a mixture of panic and disbelief, the smooth confidence she always carried now cracking. "I didn't touch anything, I swear! Or was it something I said?"
The Draven standing in front of her, calm and collected, didn't flinch. He looked at her with those sharp, unreadable eyes that always seemed to be dissecting everything in his line of sight. But this wasn't the real Draven. She knew that now. He was a clone, but he felt so real, so complete in every way that the difference barely registered to most.
