Ember Frost’s POV

“What other reason could there be?” I whispered, curling deeper under the quilt. “I didn’t grow up with them… maybe that changed something. Maybe a wall formed somewhere along the way and none of us realized it.”

The thought felt weak even as I said it.

“That has to be it,” I whispered. “There’s no way I’m not their child. Blood is blood. You can’t fake that… right?”

Eira didn’t argue. She just reached over and pressed her palm gently ...