CHAPTER EIGHT
“You know how to find our parents?” Sophia repeated, wanting to make sure that she had the words right, barely daring to hope. She stared at her brother. Could Lucas really know that, when he’d already told her that he didn’t know where they were?
“I know it sounds strange,” Lucas said. “But I can find them. We can find them.”
“How?” Sophia asked. Around her, the others in Ishjemme’s hall seemed to be wondering the same thing. Her cousins and her uncle all leaned in as Lucas reached into the folds of the all-encompassing clothing he wore. Maybe a couple of them still thought that this might be a trick, and that he might draw a weapon after all. Sophia knew he wouldn’t. This was her brother.
“Our parents knew they had to stay away from us to keep us safe,” Lucas said. “And
