But I caught the mirror's edge just in time, gripping it tight and refusing to fall.
From his throne nearby, the Underworld's young and annoyingly gorgeous ruler, Killian Draven, watched us with an amused look.
"Is she always this dramatic?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
There had been rumors about us in our past lives. We weren't just regular reincarnated souls; we were part of some twisted experiment Killian ran—a reincarnation trial, giving select souls a chance to choose their next lives.
Naturally, my sister didn't care about the details. The moment Killian opened his mouth to explain, she cut him off with another one of her signature kicks and lunged for the rich woman's womb.
"I'm done being her sister! She doesn't deserve me!"
Killian had no choice but to adapt the experiment on the fly, allowing each of us to choose our own paths.
She didn't wait to hear the fine print.
And because of that, we never actually heard what Killian was trying to tell us that day.
But deep down, I'd always felt like we missed something important.
Now, as I clung to the mirror, refusing to let go, Killian smirked.