Torn
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Horror rose swiftly as full realization kicked in. This . . . this thing standing in front of me wasn’t Ren. It hadn’t been him in Jackson Square. It hadn’t been Ren kissing and touching me on that couch. My hand shook with revulsion. It looked like him, but it wasn’t him, and that meant the real Ren . . .
Oh God.
Pain lanced my chest. “Where is Ren?”
The thing in front of me raised its brows. “What are you talking about? I’m right in front of you.”
“You aren’t him.” I slipped my hand under my shirt and wrapped my fingers around the handle of the dagger.
“Okay.” It lifted its hands. “I do not know what’s going on in your head, but we can work this out together.”
Oh my God, even its speech patterns were different. This thing spoke too formally. How had I not noticed that until now? I unhooked the dagger and braced myself. “Where is the real Ren?”
It stepped out from behind the island, and I tensed. “Ivy—”
“Don’t say my name,” I ordered, fingers tightening around the dagger. Oh God, how long had it not been Ren? My stomach twisted like a cold knife had been thrust into it. No. It had to have been him the evening the knight showed up. We made love. I would’ve known if it was him, and I couldn’t focus on that right now. “Tell me where Ren is, or I am seriously going to make this hurt for you before I kill you, whatever you are.”
The only creature this thing could be was a changeling, but as far as we knew, none of them had come through the gates since the last time they’d been closed. We’d never caught one before, and according to lore, for a changeling to be in our world, the human they’d taken over was typically in the Otherworld. And that wasn’t possible. The gates were closed.
The worst possible scenarios were going through my head as I widened my stance. “You need to start talking now.”
It lifted its chin and eyed me for a moment. Then a slow, cold grin crept across the mirror image of Ren’s face. The thing blinked, and when its eyes reopened, they were icy blue instead of emerald. I sucked in a sharp breath.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t catch on so quickly,” the thing wearing Ren’s face and body said. “Unfortunately, you are more clever than I anticipated.”
The thing came forward, and I held up the dagger between us. “Stop,” I demanded. “Don’t come any closer.”
“What are you going to do to stop me?” it queried.
I opened my mouth to tell it that I was going to cut off a very important part of it and shove it down its throat, but the thing leaped at me. I spun out of its way at the last possible moment and jumped back. I swung with my free hand, and it caught my wrist.
“You could’ve tried to stab me but you didn’t.” Fake Ren yanked me forward, up against its chest and onto the tips of my toes. “As long as I look like him, you will do nothing to me.”
Fake Ren was right. Dammit. Even though I knew this wasn’t Ren, I’d swung a fist at it and not the dagger. That folly had cost me. It grabbed my other wrist with its free hand and twisted. Biting pain radiated down my arm and my fingers twitched. The dagger clanged to the floor.
I cursed as Fake Ren let go. Shifting back a step, I brought my knee up, aiming for a sensitive area, but it anticipated the move and twisted. My knee slammed into its solid thigh.
It grunted. “That was not very nice, little bird.”
Little bird. My gaze snapped up, and ice shot down my spine. “You,” I whispered, and the full horror of what was happening, of what I’d come so close to doing with him earlier, was realized. “Drake.”
The prince wearing Ren’s face smiled.
Panic blossomed in the pit of my stomach. The prince had the ability to take on another form? I knew he’d appeared as a raven, but a human? I had no idea he was capable of this, and there was no way I could have prepared myself for him masquerading as someone else—as Ren. None of that mattered at the moment, though.
“Where is Ren?” I yelled, yanking myself away.
I twisted as I pulled, putting some space between us. I rocked back, bringing my other fist down, pounding on him and breaking the hold on my arm.
“You are so aggressive,” Drake said with a low laugh.
Springing back a step and keeping my eye on the prince, I went to reach for my other dagger. “Where is he?” I asked.
“He’s a bit . . . occupied at the moment.”
I brandished the dagger and willed my hand to still. “What does that mean?”
Drake continued to smile as he stepped forward.
“Is he alive?” When he said nothing, I almost lost it. “Answer me!”
“The last time I checked.” He shrugged one shoulder. “That could change at any moment.”
Oh my God. The bubbling panic almost pulled me under. “You better pray he’s still alive.”
A smirk replaced the cold smile. “And if not?”
I didn’t answer. Instinct screamed that I should run, should get as far away from the prince as possible, but he was my only link to Ren—if Ren was truly still alive.
“You have to admit this was impressive,” Drake said. “If it wasn’t for the stupid cup of coffee, you wouldn’t have known.”
“I would’ve figured it out.” And I would have. Hopefully before things progressed further than they had already. I should have caught on immediately. There had been warnings that this wasn’t Ren from the moment he showed up at the Square. His speech patterns. The fact he hadn’t driven. The way he tasted of—oh God—of winter mint. The coolness of his touch.