Emily
The whiplash hits like a punch in the gut. I ought to be happy. Elated, even.
My heart was just joined with one of the most incredible, enigmatic men I’ve ever known. That alone floods my senses with a kind of calm, centered knowingness unlike anything else in my experience.
Now the man who holds the other half of my heart walks in and tells me that Raya—my twin and my whole reason for passing into this world—is not only alive, but in the same city. Beyond a shadow of a doubt.
No sooner has he said it than a mysterious hum booms through the cavern of my chest. Like a thousand tendrils stretching out of me in all directions, searching for traces of my sister to carry back and nourish me. My head fills with concrete, growing so heavy it almost drops into my lap.
“Where?” The word smudges out past my insensible lips as I try to stop my vision from spinning.