“Lucas,” I began, tilting my head slightly. “You’ve had this bad habit of calling me by my name since you were little. Don’t you think it’s time to start calling me sister?”
Lucas smirked, a touch of amusement in his brown eyes. “But why should I? I’m taller than you now, stronger too. And let’s face it, Isadora—I’m far more reliable. If anything, it’s you who needs looking after.”
I opened my mouth to protest but faltered. Was he... right?
The wind carried the early chill of autumn as Lucas and I walked through the tree-lined paths of the military academy. The rustle of leaves and the distant hum of cadets going about their routines set the scene for a rare, tranquil moment between the two of us.
The realization hit me like a bucket of cold water. Lucas, who used to scamper around
