Grace
The halls of Atlantis are quieter than I remember.
Not silent—Atlantis was never truly silent—but subdued. The usual hum of magic, the laughter of courtiers, and the distant song of the sea have dulled, as if the city itself mourns with my family.
It’s odd to say the least. Not the people of Atlantis mourning me, the quiet of it all.
I walk beside Logan, our footsteps echoing against the polished coral floors. He hasn’t spoken much since he offered to take me to see our mother. But he doesn’t need to. His presence is enough—steady, protective, quietly furious at the world for what had happened to me.
You’d never know that I was the older sibling. It makes me smile to myself.
I wonder why my grandparents haven’t approached me yet. They must know that I’m home by now. Dad would h
