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“Funny,” Honor said after a moment, her voice neutral, “that we’d both wear our hair this long, even though we’d never met.” Her eyes met Lu’s in the mirror, and Lu glimpsed the pain her sister tried to hide behind her bland looks and flavorless tones, her hard and frigid persona. She reached up and grasped one of Honor’s wrists. “We’re coming back,” she said, her voice quiet but vehement. “You know that, right? We’re going to bring her back . . . and if . . . .” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word father, so she just said, “if Leander is there, we’ll bring him back, too.” Honor stood still for a moment, eyes downcast, her face a shade paler than bone. She worked her wrist free from Lu’s grip, and her fingers began slowly to thread through Lu’s hair. “Honor,” Lu said, her throa
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