"What the hell, Erik?" I snapped at him.
I began pacing around the room over and over again. I was desperately trying to figure out how to get myself, and my brother, out of this crazy mess of a world.
"Mara, please calm down and take a seat," Erik implored me.
He held out a chair that was in front of the vanity and waved a hand to it. I let out a loud sigh and sat down in the chair, trying to arrange the scarves to allow me some privacy.
“I know you have a million questions. So, spit them out. What do you want to know?" Erik began patiently.
I gave him half a smile when his words echoed something he had said to me often while we were growing up. I would proceed to hound him with questions, and he would, just as patiently, answer them as best he could.
“How did you find this pl
