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  92. By Amanda Hocking

“I’m not going back anytime soon,” I replied carefully. “Right now I’m just trying to remember what happened when I was gone.”

“So then where are you going?” she asked.

“Who says I’m going anywhere?” I countered.

“I heard Mom and Grandma talking. Mom said she was going to put a real bed in the playroom for you. But you told her no, not to bother.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing yet,” I admitted. “And you do have a pretty full house here. I don’t think me sacking out in the playroom forever is the best plan for any of us.”

She snorted. “So you’re biding your time until you can go find your real family?”

“Hanna.” I got up and went over to sit next to her. “You and your family are my family. But I’m nineteen, and I want to find out what happened to my birth family. That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, or that I’m going to cut you out of my life.”

She stared down at the floor, chewing the inside of her cheek as she worked things over in her head. “Not even for your real sisters?”

“Why would you ask that?”

“Because this fell out of the book.” She opened it and pulled out a napkin that had been pressed between the pages. Indu had given it to me when Pan and I first met him in Isarna, back before he stole my blood, back when he was still trying to get me to trust him. On a napkin at the tea shop, he’d written the names of four of my sisters.

In my efforts to find him, I’d discovered records that he’d fathered children with the Omte, Trylle, and Skojare. But all of them had died in infancy. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Indu about that—at least not that I remembered—but he’d been happy to tell me about his four daughters who were still alive.

The names had been written on the napkin for me:

Noomi Indudottir (her mother was Skojare)

Bryn Aven (her mother Runa Aven is Skojare)

Minoux Moen (with Asta Moen, also Skojare)

Juno Indudottir (due in August with Bekk)

Noomi had been my prison guard, if my recovered memories were correct, and she lived in Áibmoráigi with Indu, so I didn’t plan on catching up with her anytime soon.

Minoux Moen and Asta I’d never heard of before and didn’t know where to find them, but the Skojare had a rather small kingdom. They most likely lived in Isarna in Sweden or in the capital city of Storvatten in Canada.