Daciana’s P.O.V I stood there, staring at Historia.She had my mother's face. Every line of it. The shape of her nose, the sharpness of her jaw, and the way her eyes held steady even when they were soft.Her words were still ringing in my ears, but only one question made it to the tip of my tongue.“How?”She smiled. “Same parents.”“I know how siblings work.” I crossed my arms. “I mean, how is it even possible? Her parents died in the war, yet you're standing here, the same age as me.”Disappointment moved across her face. It was brief and quiet. But I saw it. “I see she never told you,” she said.“Told me what?”“Your mother's people,” she held my gaze. “They're alive, Daciana.”I looked at her for a long moment. Then I laughed. It came out wrong, too sharp and too hollow, but I couldn't stop it.I shook my head. “I don't know where you've been, but the Frost demons are long gone.”She frowned. “We're not demons. And neither are you.”“You know nothing about me.” I turned for the
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