Amara stopped a couple of feet away from her, mouth agape. “Selene.”

“What are you doing here?”

Her nostrils flared. “What do you think? I’m finishing the job.” Her eyes narrowed. “But how are you here? There is no one in this room but Lord Maris. I made sure of that.”

“There are a great many things I can do now in the dreamscape.”

Amara studied Selene’s swords, then swung her own arm out in front of her. A single blade appeared in her hand. “Impressive. Mother never taught me this.”

Selene thought the same thing. She had no idea she could bring her swords here. But then again, if she could transform into a raven or change a dreamscape, it made sense she could change her own presence, including creating a replica of her swords from the real world. “Probably because there has never been a need for weapons before in the dreamscape.”

Amara looked up from her blade. “So you are here to fight me.”

“I will if I must to stop you.”

“A Ravenwood has never killed another Ravenwood.”

Mother’s words rang out from Amara’s mouth and hit Selene like an arrow in the gut. Was that what it was going to take to protect Damien? The death of her own sister? Before she could think on it further, Amara lunged.

Selene brought her swords together and knocked Amara’s blade away. Amara lunged again, forcing her to take a step back. She could feel the warmth of Damien’s soul behind her. She couldn’t let Amara come close to the soulsphere—

Amara’s blade came down. Selene met it with her left blade, then brought her right one around, but was forced to take another step back.

No more. She couldn’t lose any more ground.

Just as Amara began another swing, Selene felt her power draw on the dreamscape. In an instant, she transformed into a raven, dove around Amara, then twisted around back into her human form with her blades in hand and went for her sister’s blind spot.

Amara spun around and caught Selene’s blade, but barely, knocking Selene’s swords to the side. She swung her sword up into a ready stance and stared. “How did you do that?”

Selene shook her head, almost as dazed as her sister looked. It was as if she and the dreamscape were one. Whatever she thought, whatever she felt, she could do. “I’ve changed. I’ve discovered there is so much more to our gift than we’ve been taught.” Although this was new even to her.

“Let’s see if you can do it again.”

Amara had grown in her sword skills. Every time Selene thought she had the upper hand, Amara proved her wrong. Sand shifted beneath their boots, and their cloaks flew around them as they fought along the dreamscape coast of Damien’s mind.

Selene changed into her raven form for a second time, coming up on Amara’s left side and going for the opening with her swords.

Amara twisted a moment later, caught her, and charged.