Isadora's POV
“No. He doesn't know Seraphina is his sister.”
“Why?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Cassian and I now sat on the edge of my bed, the air heavy with everything unspoken between us. I had decided tonight would be the night I’d ask all the questions that had been gnawing at my mind, the secrets that seemed to hang like shadows over our lives. I needed answers, and I wasn’t going to let him dodge them anymore.
Cassian ran a hand through his dark hair, his gaze distant for a moment. “I think that's a story Seraphina would have to tell herself,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of reluctance.
I frowned. “So you’re saying there’s more? That it’s not just a simple family secret?”
“Nothing in this world is ever simple, Isadora.” He smirked, but there was no warmth i
