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  92. By Amanda Hocking

I took a deep breath and faced her. This wasn’t how I wanted to tell her, but I guessed this was how it was happening. “I think we’re half-sisters.”

She put her hands to her face and let out an earsplitting scream. Her skin started changing—her usual deep tan became a rapidly shifting kaleidoscope of colors, and her long hair rippled bright green.

“This is the best news!” She ran over to me and literally leapt so I had to catch her. When I put her back down, her skin and hair returned to normal, and she smiled up at me with tears in her eyes. “I was looking for you, wasn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

“You must’ve been why I came here,” Eliana insisted definitively. “I had to find my sister.”

“Maybe, Ellie,” Jem allowed. “But we don’t know anything for certain.”

“No, I know it in my heart of hearts,” she persisted. And then she twirled around and went back to doing her dancercise.

“I don’t mean to change the subject, but I find it hard to believe that Sumi grew up with the Älvolk, yet she has no idea what they did to Ulla or Eliana,” Pan said, a harsh skepticism hardening his words.

“Sumi hasn’t lived with them in quite some time, and their motivations never made sense to either of us,” Jem said.

“She thinks they’re trying to open the bridge to Alfheim,” I said.

“And that’s a bad idea because Alfheim is dangerous?” Pan asked, still sounding dubious.

“Forgive me. I overstated myself,” Jem replied with a sharp smile. “I can only truly say that nothing I have seen in your kingdoms would withstand a single attack from a wyrm.”

Pan looked away then, chewing the inside of his cheek as he stared down at the floor. “The Älvolk stole Ulla’s blood to let monsters from your land into ours, and we don’t know how to stop it.”

“We would know a lot more about what’s going on if I could just remember the Lost Month,” I said.

“Yeah, it’d be nice if any of us could remember,” Pan muttered.

“But maybe I can,” I said.

Pan narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Elof tried something with the Ögonen and Dagny,” I said.

“The thing where Dagny nearly died?” Pan asked incredulously. “No way. That’s way too dangerous.”

“She didn’t nearly die,” I argued—though, truthfully, he probably knew better how it had gone, since he was there and I wasn’t.