CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

DARIUS 

“You want to leave?” My opponent asked, looking up towards me. It felt exactly like looking into a mirror, and the thought alone was chilly. 

His eyes were just as dark as mine were, his nose just as chiseled, his jaw defined, his lips heart-shaped. It didn't make any sense. 

“Who are you? Some crazy shape shifter?” I asked, getting to my feet with a little difficulty. There was no denying that I was weak. 

“Shape shifter?” The other me asked in my voice, and that sent a chill through me. It was unnerving, really. He was me! That had never happened to me in all my...