Chapter 29
A scheidung—twin divorce—was the worst fate that could befall a woelfin. Even if someone was exiled from her family, a twin usually chose to leave along with her.
Twins were forever. Woelfin weren’t meant to live alone.
And, sure, Bastion and I had been off on our own for much of the last decade. But we’d checked in with our cousins. We’d stayed in contact. Learning to stand on our own two feet was normal young-adult behavior.
A scheidung was most definitely not.
“Grace....” I reached out, touching only thin air as she stooped to gather up my clothes before disappearing into the bathroom. I’d learned the hard way that she could amuse herself for hours in similar tiny tiled prisons. There was no point trying to wait her out.
So I donned Grace’s armor—high-heeled shoes and w
