Prim watched as Egan re-entered the hall with Jet, who looked much calmer.
He stopped when he saw the strange guests, his whole body going from relaxed to uptight.
He walked towards them, and the men shook him, some hugged, some patted his back.
“Who are those people?” Sol repeated.
“I don’t know” Prim responded, turning away.
She would sure find out though. Something was not right. Why would the man who kidnapped her, who Egan had killed his father, be here at Mamita’s burial? Smiling like a donkey among men who seemed like the Ice god’s pal.
She stopped before the casket, and her hand flew to her mouth as she saw her mother lying peacefully inside.
Sol hugged her, squeezing her shoulders.
“Mamita!” Prim called in shaky sobs. “Why did you leave? Why would you leave me?” She pull
