Elara
His sister, his elder sister. The words resound in my head. My husband is calm. He is so at peace.
"I didn't know you had a sister," I say gently. He sighs and gulps his drink.
"Her name is Eloise. You remind me of her," he says, scowling. Eloise, I practice her name on my tongue.
"Reminds you of me?"
"Yes. She's fierce, stubborn... Really stubborn," I smile as he continues to point out our similarities.
"Are you two close?" I ask.
"We used to be," Zuriel signals for the waiter to come, and he does. He asked for a stronger drink. The waiter leaves, and I stare at my husband, waiting for him to tell me more. After a moment of silence, he continues.
"Eloise was my biggest bully, yet my strongest defender. She protected me from my father's harsh punishment
