Chapter Twenty-One
“You’re my sister?” I gape at Lucretia. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Lucretia is staring at me like I’ve just sprouted horns. “You’re her daughter too? Wait, no, you can’t be. You were born on this world and she left it a hundred—” She stops talking, no doubt recalling the story of how my birth certificate is from a century ago.
Turning to Lilith, she regards her with undisguised contempt. “So you spawned more of us to abandon? How many siblings do I have at this point?”
“Siblings?” I say, stunned. “Plural?”
“We better go, dear,” Nostradamus says to Lilith from the car. “Something important just came up.”
“Saved by the seer,” Lilith says and heaves a dramatic sigh. “You enjoy your gossip,” she tells me as she walks around the front of the car to the driver’s seat. “An
