“Oh, Goddess!” Astrea found it difficult to breathe because, for a moment there, she thought it was all a product of her inflamed imagination.
Did Fenrir just call Joran his brother?
How was this even possible? This couldn’t be real!
“You are brothers,” she said aloud to try and make the words real. So many thoughts circled through her mind that she didn’t notice how she grasped his hand and squeezed it tight.
As if it could help her.
“Yes.” Fenrir was ready to curse himself for the slip-up. It was so dangerous. Too dangerous. He had experience with this and knew that any information had to be revealed carefully; otherwise, the consequences could be brutal.
“This means—” Her sky-blue eyes met his, and he felt a prickle of guilt. “This means he knew precisely where he was sending me.
