Lyanna's POV
The alarm bells meant one thing: they'd found the empty cell.
I ran through shadow-filled hallways in Seraphine's body, my heart pounding against ribs that didn't belong to me. Guards shouted behind me. Footsteps echoed. They were getting closer.
I'd broken her out. Used shadow magic to open the dungeons and free the real Seraphine from her prison. It was the dumbest, most reckless thing I'd ever done.
But I couldn't let her die for my decisions.
"This way!" Seraphine's voice—my voice, coming from my original body—called from around a corner. She looked strange wearing my face, my clothes, my everything. Like looking in a twisted mirror.
We crashed through a servants' door and into the night. Cold air hit my borrowed lungs. Behind us, the palace exploded with lights and shouting.
"They're coming," I gasped. "We need to—"
