407 Me, Myself, and I – Part 2

~ ZARA ~

It was like looking in a mirror—except through the eyes. Her eyes were cold. My eyes were cold?

She smiled at me. "He's very handsome, the King," she said, and it was like listening to a recording of myself—if I was a conniving bitch.

"What the hell—"

"He kissed me. But you don't mind, right?" she said. And then her smile grew.

My jaw dropped. "I thought I couldn't be in the same timeline more than once?" I asked faintly.

"You aren't." My father was literally quivering with glee as he turned his back on me and walked over to the other me, putting his hand at the back of her shoulder so they faced me together.

"Zara, meet your sister, Zoe. She was born one hour after you, but shows a great deal more intelligence and cunning."

"I… what?!"