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playing in my ears. Turning on the taps, I filled the bath with water. Stepping out of my clothes, I turned to look at my reflection in the mirror. I raised one hand before my face, and closing my eyes, I pictured myself as the creature that dwelt deep inside of me. I saw her like another person, coming forward out of the dark, placing one foot in front of the other. I flicked my wrist and my claws appeared like a set of knives. I seemed to have very little difficulty making them appear. Even though my eyes were shut tight, it was as if I was still staring at my own reflection. I saw the other Kiera come forward. Her skin was as pale and as smooth as marble. Hair so dark it shone blue about her shoulders, she came forward, lips bright red, long, black wings whispering about her heels and eyes a fiery hazel. Raising one claw, their jagged tips glistened in what looked like moonlight. I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror. And just like in the darkness of my soul, she was there. I looked like the creature that hid beneath my skin. I was that creature. She was a part of me as much as I was a part of her. We were one. Slowly I let the wings that protruded from my back engulf me like a feathered blanket. What would Nev say if he saw me now? I couldn’t help but wonder. Would he still find me so beautiful? Would he still think my smile to be as pretty on seeing my fangs? Only another creature such as me would find me beautiful. A creature like Potter. We shared the same secret. We had once shared so much more.
    With my wings, claws, and fangs withdrawing away, I stepped into the bath. With my eyes closed, I lay back in the water. It rippled over me. And however much I tried I couldn’t help but let my mind flood with memories of Potter and how we had once been. The thought of Sophie and him together was unbearable. It was like a crippling ache gnawing its way out from my core and ravishing me. I screwed my eyes shut, desperate to push him and her from my mind.
    “He’s not mine. Not here. He isn’t my Potter,” I tried to convince myself. But the tighter I screwed my eyes shut, the images of him and Sophie together flooded my mind. I saw him kissing her like he had once kissed me – like he had kissed me in the dark in the corridor back at the offices of The Creeping Men.
    …best we forget what happened between us… I heard him whisper in my ear. 
    How could he forget? How dare he? Had what we shared meant anything to him? But isn’t that what I had wanted? Hadn’t I wanted him to forget me so that he could be safe? So he could escape with the rest of my friends from that nightmare world the Elders had pushed us into? Hadn’t I wanted them to be happy? And perhaps they were. Maybe the Potter in this world wasn’t really mine. Perhaps my Potter – the one that would never be able to forget me – was in another layer. And if he was, how would I ever get to him again? How many layers were there? I could spend an eternity looking for the right one. I doubted I would ever find a doorway with a big sign above it which read ‘Kiera’s Potter this way!’
    …I don’t believe in giving people second chances. They should live with the bad decisions and the mistakes they make… I heard him whisper.
    “I’m sorry,” I whispered out loud, my bottom lip trembling as I fought back the sense of loss and pain I felt. “If I could go back I would. I did make a mistake. I never thought that being without you would be so painful. I just wanted to save you. I wanted to save all of you. That’s all I ever wanted – for my friends to be happy.”
    …live with the bad mistakes you make…
    And somewhere in the pit of my heart I knew that I would have to live with that mistake. But what other decision had there been for me to make? A lifetime of misery. Would it have been any more than the pain I was feeling now? I thought of the pain at seeing who I believed was Potter being beheaded in the town of Wasp Water. It hadn’t