I push the heavy doors open and make a beeline for the stairs. I stormed across the marble floor, boots striking like gavel blows. I took the stairs two at a time, my eyes locked on my bedroom door down the hall.
Halfway there, Elyria and Isolde were walking toward me, their laughter fading as they took in my expression.
“Sereyna?” Elyria stepped closer, voice calm, careful. “What happened?”
I finally stopped just short of them, my chest rising and falling with the effort to hold myself together. I was failing. My voice came out sharp as I snapped, “You never told me you had a brother.”
Her eyes flicked from me to behind me. Which told me that Holt must be on this floor landing now, her gaze came back to me. “You never asked.” She said evenly.
The words cut deeper than I expected. I b
