“The witch said that in three days, their souls will fuse completely with their current bodies. “There will be no turning back after that.”
My brother Julian’s voice came from behind the door. My fiancé Adrian fell silent for a moment, then murmured.
“We have to keep Cecilia off our scent for these three days. She must never know the truth.”
“Don’t worry. She trusts us completely. Any excuse will be enough to fool her.”
My hands and feet were ice-cold. I barely knew how I made it out of there. A year ago, I had swapped bodies with Lydia Moore, my Omega maid.
Trapped in this frail body that can’t even fully shift into a wolf, I’m forced to watch as she occupies my powerful bloodline and enjoys everything that was once mine.
The witch came and went. Day after day, they soothed me, saying they would find a way to send me back into my own body. It had all been lies.
Over breakfast, Julian affectionately ruffled my hair, or at least pretended to.
“Cecilia, eat more. I had Martha bake honey pancakes for you.”
Yet I caught the flicker of impatience crossing his eyes. I could not hold my tongue.
“I dreamed last night. We swapped back.”
Lydia’s face paled. She bit her lip and looked at me like she was about to cry.
“Cecilia… are you still angry at me? I never meant to take over your body…”
My fingers curled tight. I turned toward Adrian and spoke softly.
“I only want to know—is there anything I can do?”
He looked at me, his expression unreadable.
“Soul witchcraft is complicated. It takes time.”
I pressed my lips together and kept pressing.
“A day? A week? Or a month?”
Julian’s brows drew tight.
“Lydia is a victim too. Why are you in such a rush? Can’t you speak nicely?”
I froze.
My own blood brother, blaming me for the one who had stolen my body.
