Elijah POV
Ambrosia’s face was a ghostly pale. The line went dead, and her eyes rose from the phone to meet mine. “She’s alive,” she breathed. “My grandmother is… alive?”
“Again- let’s not get too excited,” I said, though my own heart was thrumming with excitement. “She might not know anything herself. And…”
“Even if she doesn’t know anything,” Ambrosia interrupted with surprising forcefulness. “I have a grandmother. A living grandmother.” Her face fell, and she seemed to be reeling with emotion. “I’ve never had family before. The family I had on my father’s side… I’d hardly call that family at all.”
“You have Phlox,” I tried, though I knew that was a landmine topic.
Her sharp violet eyes flashed up to me. “Barely,” she snapped. “I mean- if he’s just helping out of guilt…”
I switched
