"Let's see if you know how to use it," the shadow said, gesturing with its own notched, rusted blade.
I didn't move. My heart was still hammering against my ribs from the forced wish, and my legs felt like they were made of cooling lead. The silver line on my knife was pulsing with a rhythmic, angry heat that made my palm sweat.
"Ren," Kaelen's voice was low, vibrating with that 'Dark Wolf' edge that usually meant someone was about to lose a limb. "Is that thing you? Because if it is, I'm going to have a hard time not stabbing it."
"It's not me, Kaelen," I panted, blinking to clear the grit from my eyes. "Well, not the 'me' that's standing here. It's a reflection. The Fox said we broke the glass."
