Chapter Twenty-Two
Four days later, I stood out the front of the Talent Training Centre in Andorra, which was the nearest city. Training centres were rare on Shakira, so it was fortunate that there was one close to me.
I’d spent the last few days going back and forth with my lawyer and my Great Aunt Kutuka’s lawyer, proving I wasn’t dead and making sure that all the paperwork was in place to prevent any of my grandfather’s family from getting my home.
I’d thought long and hard about what I would do with it. Yes, I’d be selling it, but till then, I decided that my cousin, Cassia, would get the house if anything happened to me. And I would change it to include the next property I bought.
Cassia was my father’s brother’s child. We’d played together often as children before Eli and I were
