Chapter Twelve — *She Looks Like Him*
Caius did not move.
The woman stood at the edge of the tree line with her hands at her sides and her eyes steady and her face carrying something that belonged to a dead man.
His father's jaw. His father's eyes. The same stillness that Caius had spent his whole life being told he inherited.
He had inherited it from both of them apparently.
"Who are you," he said.
"My name is Vera," she said. "Vera Vane."
The morning air sat between them cold and still.
"That is not possible," Caius said. "My father had no other children."
"Your father had no other children that the Elder knew about," she said. "There is a difference."
Caius looked at her for a long moment.
Then he turned and went inside.
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Everyone looked up when he walked in.
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