QUINN

“Celine, do you really want to take on such a dangerous mission alone?” I spoke through the bathroom door while she was getting ready to leave.

“I know it’s important, but maybe they can track Beof through magic.”

“Brother,” she suddenly stepped out, already dressed, with her dark hair pulled up in a high braid that fell down her back.

“We’ve spent our whole lives fighting to fit in somewhere—at least I have—and I dragged you along with me, making you feel like an outcast too. You’ve found your mate now, and I have to keep searching for my path.”

She raised her hand and placed it on my shoulder, looking at me with that innate bravery in her bones.

“No matter what I say, you’re not going to back down, are you?” I sighed, cupping her cheeks and pinching them.

“When you were a baby, you were so cute and always followed me around like a little tail. When did I lose my obedient Celine?”

She huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but the redness in her ears betrayed how poorly she hid it w