As soon as Clove had left the room, Lysandra turned to Cale. "Who was that? Your girlfriend?" she asked.

Cale snorted. "No. She's my sister." His eyes followed the line of her hair, the top of her head, as though he could still see the traces of memories underneath.

"Oh," Lysandra answered. That explained why they looked so much alike. She didn't say so. "What's the deal with her?"

"She's just curious. Asks a hell of a lot of questions." Cale's eyes narrowed. "She has ...