C34 The Face She Borrowed

"That's not possible," Selene whispers, staring at her own reflection standing calmly at the arena's edge, her voice barely audible over the crowd's lingering murmur. "That's not me."

"No," the figure agrees, tilting her head with an expression Selene's face has never once worn, something ancient and amused sitting strangely on such familiar features. "Though I confess