Page 89 of The Chaosweaver's Daughter
“It’s not.”
“And you say it’s not.” Hevva paused dramatically to sip her whiskey.
Kas knew where the conversation was headed, or perhaps where it had already arrived. As the connection took root in his mind, his hands dampened.
“Ehmet tells me Hothan has—or had—a sister. And he’d always heard thatnaughtbirins—”
“Chaosweavers.”
“Sorry, chaosweavers come in pairs.”
“Not Nesrina,” he replied automatically, clearly struggling to integrate his new knowledge with the old. The implications were bloody insane.
“Are youhearingwhat I’m saying Kas? Hothan has a sister who is a chaosweaver. Ehmet and I have the twins, both chaosweavers. Yet, Ehmethas no sibling with the same magic? Nesrina has no siblings whatsoever...”
“And the one common denominator in both of their lives was Hothan Tarisden,” he finished with a sigh, finally accepting the facts in front of his face.
Hevva’s lips thinned as she nodded. “We believe it’s possible—no,probable—that Nesrina and Ehmet are half-siblings.”
“Oh. Oh... wow. Yes.” He set his glass down.
“Yes?” Hevva raised her brows, holding back a smile.
“Their eyes.”
“Whose eyes?”
“Ehmet’s and Nes’s.”
“You make a habit of staring into my husband’s eyes?”
Kas chuckled. “Can’t say I ever have. Della’s, however, I noticed them at the creek when it was sunny. Green on the outside—”
“Blue in the middle. Like her dad’s. I’d never seen anything like it before I met him. Didn’t even notice for a long while, due to how bloody dilated his pupils always were.”
“Drugs, anger, or attraction? Actually, please don’t answer that.”
Hevva laughed.
“Gods, Hev, what am I supposed to do with this information?” Kas massaged his temples.
“What you always do with sensitive items? Keep quiet.”
“She’s theiraunt,” Kas mumbled, mind solidly on Nesrina and flicking briefly to the twins.
“Luckily on theoppositeside. Am I right?”
He jabbed her with a burst of magic sending Hevva into peals of laughter.
“We need to tell her.” Kas retained his seriousness.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
