Giovanni’s POV

I had always believed myself to be prepared for anything. Assassinations, betrayals, court treachery. But nothing could have prepared me for the truth my mother revealed.

Zoraya was my sister.

My long-lost sister. The infant ripped from our lives before she had a name, a presence, or a chance to feel the love of her family.

I stood there frozen when Mother told us, my breath trapped in my throat as her words echoed again and again.

“She is your sister.”

It was ...