*~Cassain's POV~*
A ghost of a smirk touched my lips as I remembered her. "Her attitude and mannerisms are nothing like Katrielle's. Mirabelle is fierce in a way Katrielle never was. Her brown eyes tear at me with an intensity that's entirely her own. She clenches her fists when she's overwhelmed, unable to bottle up her emotions. But her face, her scent... everything else is identical."
Darian stood up abruptly, his chest heaving. "Are you saying there is a woman who looks exactly like her? Cassian, don't be a fool! That is Katrielle!"
"That woman is playing games with you, Cassian!" Darian snarled, pacing the ledge like a caged animal. "I knew you wouldn't recognize her immediately. You know it's her. It has to be."
"It is not her," I cut him off, my voice a flat, dead calm that made him freeze.
He turned to me, his expression shifting from rage to genuine shock.
