Making decisions for myself and not for Cam had been one of my biggest struggles over the last one hundred and eighteen years. It had taken time for me to realize the importance of living for myself and not just for him, and it had required a lot of self-negotiation over the decades.
Even now, I was stuck between doing what was best for him and what I needed to do for myself.
I don’t want to play this game,I thought.I want to stand up for myself.
Because no one was going to save me. Not in this dark world. My primary savior was locked away somewhere. And Damien was probably on the other side of the world.
Mira had claimed to have told him where we were headed, but I should have done it myself. I’d known something was wrong, and I’d ignored my instincts.
I’d trusted the wrong person.
Not that anyone would blame me. Mira had been a friend. Luka’s mate. Part of our revolution.So why did she betray us?
Unless it’s not her at all.
Unless she’s a Fake Mira, too.
I frowned.All right, but how are they making fake versions of lycans and vampires?
Something isn’t adding up…
I lifted my head, tired of my thoughts and this whirlwind of confusion befuddling my mind. “I’m not interested in whatever this is,” I said, glancing over my shoulder in the direction of where Fake Cam was likely standing.
Except he wasn’t there.
Just an open door.
CHAPTER SIX
IZZY
I stared at the door.
“Hello?” I asked, my brow furrowing.
Was Fake Cam inviting me into the other room for something even more nefarious? Or had he left to grab something?
I rolled onto my back and sat up, my knees drawing into my chest as I waited for him to appear. When several minutes of nothing passed, I started looking around my small white room. Now that the lights were on and I wasn’t distracted by a Cam look-alike, I could properly evaluate my space.
Solid walls. A single bed with one sheet and a pillow.I studied the corners intently, then the high ceiling and the long light strip directly above me.No signs of cameras anywhere.
That didn’t mean there weren’t any listening or recording devices, though. Sometimes they were hard to see.
Damien had taught me that.
My twin had spent the last two hundred years mastering technology, and he’d shared a lot of his wisdom with me. Not many others knew that, though. I was often thought of as Cam’sErositaand nothing more. It came with a level of respect that I appreciated, but it also made my identity rather one-sided.
I gave the room a once-over again, then I slowly slid off the bed to peek beneath it. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find Fake Cam there, waiting to pounce.
But no.
Just a stone floor like the rest of the room.
Hmm. I tiptoed forward to investigate the door. There wasn’t a knob on my side of it, but since it’d been left open, I could easily step through the threshold. Which was where I found the switch that controlled the light to my chamber, as well as the exterior locks to ensure I couldn’t escape the room.
So why did he leave the door open?I wondered.A test? A game?
I’d said I didn’t want to play. But maybe I did. Being out here could offer more forms of escape, or even a weapon to use against him. And since immortal beings were always hell-bent on underestimating me, I could use that sense of superiority to my advantage.
