"Dad, is it true?" Riley asked as he rushed into my dining room, his boots slamming against the cold stone floor.
I signed, "Is what true?"
"Freya?!" He exclaimed, eyes wild with a mixture of hope and dread. "Is she alive?"
I let my mug hover near my lips before I answered. "Yes, your sister has been found, and she's mated to the twins."
Riley froze, his breath catching in his throat. "The twins? Are you sure?"
"So they say," I replied, lazily taking a sip. My voice was flat, the kind of flatness you learn to adopt when you've spent years keeping secrets from people who love you.
"It's not fair!" Riley shouted, his chair screeching as he slammed it back. "I've lost years with her, and now they're going to monopolize her time! Did they say where she's been all this time?"
“They found
