Leander
“How old are you, Sara?” Mom asks with a smile.
Sara swallows the sausage she was chewing and answers Mom, “I’m eighteen, Luna.”
“No,” Mom shakes her head while chuckling. “Darling, you don’t need to use formal titles here. You’re my son’s mate. That makes you family, just like Bastian.”
I note the nervous smile on Sara’s face.
From the moment we walked into the dining room, Sara had spoken only a handful of words to anyone.
I know being surrounded by people you don’t know can be daunting. But most will interact regardless of how nervous they might be. Not that I would force Sara to talk when it’s clear she’s scared. However, I think it has more to do with Bastian.
Sara told me what Harry said that day in the forest. Now Sara is wondering if she could be Bastian’s sister or
