“I’m so sorry I’m late. It was my sister’s birthday and you cannot believe how much trouble it is to escape that house with twenty screaming eleven-year-olds,” Mickie said, taking a seat next to me at the football game. “I didn’t know you had a sister,” I muttered. “Well, unlike Dastan, I don’t completely deny the existence of my family. I just haven’t had a need to bring her up,” Mickie chuckled. There was a new sort of…charm around her as she smiled. Maybe that was her usual coldness melting away for the moment. “I have a half-sister that turned eleven today, and of course my parents chose to come home now for her, but not for any actual holiday or even my birthday, but that’s okay because she’s young so it means more to her, I guess even though my mom didn’t really give a care about m

