Dravina POV

Ysolde nearly vibrated with excitement, her entire presence glowing, but Ansel stood frozen stunned, caught between disbelief and realization.

I studied him carefully, tracing the lines of his face, the features that felt both strangely familiar and yet utterly foreign. Could he truly be my uncle’s son? If so, did that mean I had cousins, a larger family hidden away in the shadows?

The thought sent an unexpected surge through me. For years, I had lived in isolation, tethered ...