CHAPTER SIXTY ONE – HENRY IS A CLONE?

Scarlett's mind reeled, her heart thundering in her ears as she gaped at the hauntingly familiar visage unveiled before her. Henry's face, Henry's eyes...and yet, not quite. Minor variations in the rugged lines and angles, subtle differences in coloring and expression that pierced through the initial astonishment with jagged clarity. "Wh-what's going on?" she stammered, fingers curling in the lapels of not-Henry's tuxedo jacket. "Who are you? Why do you look like..." Her voice trailed off, words failing her in the wake of such dizzying revelation. This couldn't be real, couldn't be happening. And yet every sense screamed that the inexplicable was unfolding right before her very eyes. Not-Henry regarded her steadily, that smoldering emerald gaze holding no judgement - only that same heated promise of possession that had become so familiar. One large hand came up to frame her face, calloused thumb grazing her trembling bottom lip. "All your questions will be answered, sweet Scarlet