“So, she’s...” Mor starts but trails off.
“Yes, Mahina is most likely my daughter,” dad says with a sigh.
“What!”
I realize I’ve yelled these words when they all whirl to where we should have been standing.
“Well, the jig’s up, thanks a lot mate,” Andrei mutters, undoing the veil.
“I’m not even surprised you guys snuck back in. It was weird how you all agreed to leave,” mom says, rubbing a hand over her face.
“Dad is it true? Is she, my sister?”
“All signs point to that fact. I didn’t want to say anything before it was verified, but yes.”
“Oh, please. We both know she’s yours, you felt it the moment she slammed those shields of hers on you, that kind of mental strength isn’t exactly common,” mom says, sounding Okay with the revelation.
“Wow, that’s kind of cool, means I get a litt
