ELARA POV
Morgana's blade gleamed in the firelight, that sickly green poison coating the steel like oil.
"We're triplets," she said, circling me slowly. Her soldiers held their positions, a perfect ring of torches and steel. "Three daughters of Anna Ashford, born on the same night. Elara the bridge, destined to connect worlds. Seraphine the symbol, meant to unite kingdoms." Her smile was razor-sharp. "And me—Morgana, the weapon they forged when the first two escaped their grasp."
"That's not possible," I said, but even as the words left my mouth, I knew they were weak. I'd seen too much impossible become real in the last few months.
"The Crimson Order took me before Anna even knew I existed," Morgana continued, moving with the fluid grace of a trained killer. "Triplets are rare. Three tamer daughters born at once? Unprecedented. So while she held you and Seraphine, while she made her desperate plans to save you both, they cut me from her womb and vanished into the night."
