“C’mon, Landon.” Brendan said irately, taking in Keelan’s clothing and darkened skin. “I’m being serious.”
“As am I,” Landon said.
“He’s telling the truth,” Conal said, staring at Keelan. “I witnessed the vows. She’s in a disguise to protect her from Gampo’s assassins.”
“Well, I’ll be…” Brendan leaned back in his chair, c****d his head and studied Keelan for a moment, then studied Conal, who hadn’t taken his eyes off Keelan since he placed his ring on the table.
“We’d all given up,” Conal said hoarsely, shaking his head in disbelief. “But Fynn hadn’t. He promised my ma he’d never stop searching. He finally found you. He found our sister.” Conal’s eyes glistened with tears.
Keelan’s throat constricted at his words, and her lungs felt twice their normal size.
Sister.
She was a sister!
