Aaron’s pulse pounded, torn between anger and the need for answers. His mother had died of cancer—he was sure of it. But if she’d hidden something as big as a twin sister, what else had she kept from him? What other truths had gone to the grave with her?
The questions crashed through his mind, muddling his thoughts. His anger wavered, just enough for doubt to slip in.
He took a slow, shaky breath and stepped closer to Hydra, his eyes locked on hers. Before she spoke, Hydra bent down and picked up the ring from the floor. Once she straightened up, her face hardened and her gaze sharpened like a blade. She raised a hand, cutting him off before he could say more.
"Your father," she said, each word heavy with unspoken history, "killed your mother. He used a disease spell—one she could never
