NEVA POV
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My sister had a face.
She'd had it since the back room meeting the day before — the specific face she made when she was holding information she'd decided not to release yet because the timing wasn't right, which I recognized because I'd watched her deploy it approximately four hundred times in our shared childhood, usually right before she did something that turned out to be both completely deliberate and significantly more prepared than it appeared.
I noticed it at breakfast.
I noticed it again when she held Ren.
I noticed it a third time when Caius looked at her with the expression that said he knew she had the face and was choosing not to address it in front of everyone, which meant he was also sitting on it.
My wolf: *They both know something.*
I am aware.
*Are yo
