“And yet,” she agreed.
It was not much.
Two words.
A joke, maybe.
But it felt like a door left open.
And yet.
We were impossible.
And yet she had brought us to her roses.
And yet she had held my hand through the hallway.
And yet she had told her doctor we stayed.
And yet she had let Keres feed her from his fingers and let Aiden wage war against dehydration like it was a personal enemy.
And me?
I looked at my brothers and felt something twist behind my ribs.
Keres could turn devotion into a dare. Aiden could turn care into a plan. They could speak, tease, ask, feed her, make her laugh, make her roll her eyes, make the air around her lighter.
I did not know how to do that.
I knew how to stand between her and a threat. I knew how to take a hit. I knew how to hold still until pa
