There’s something else,” Grom blurts. He rakes his hand through his hair, something Galen does when he’s particularly frustrated. I find my immature self thinking, I don’t want Grom and Galen to be alike, and then my grown-up self says, Knock it off. And then Grom says: “I’m already mated to Paca.”
The realization slaps us each in a different way.
Me, with elation.
Galen, with…I’m not sure. He hasn’t moved.
Mom, with horror.
Toraf, with open-mouth shock that makes him look a bit silly.
Rayna, with “You idiot,” she spits. “We told you-“
Grom points at her in the universal watch-yo-self sign.

Auteur: Anna Banks