The Luna on a Chain
“Exactly. Though the scent of your fated mate won’t return immediately. That will take time.”
“Well, that’s news,” Avrora said, voicing my thoughts as she sat back down.
“You have no idea how happy you’ve made me, brother,” Egor said, grabbing Ares’s hand.
Something strange flickered across Ares’s face.
“What did you just call me?”
“Did your mother really never tell you?” Egor asked with a smile.
I looked away. Avrora couldn’t meet Ares’s gaze either and stared at the floor.
“Your mother, Margarita, and mine — Tatyana — are sisters. That makes your mother my aunt… and you and me—”