"All of these things happened and I had no idea about it?" Thalia, Anastasia's cousin asked, her hands dramatically over her lips as she stared at Anastasia in shock. "We all thought that you were dead."
They were in the grand living room of the Harrison mansion, the stately home belonging to James Harrison—Robert Harrison's younger brother and Thalia's father. The sunlight filtered through tall windows, casting a warm glow on the polished floors.
Anastasia gave a slight shrug, the faintest shadow of weariness crossing her face. "I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want to put you in danger."
Thalia shook her head with a wry smile. "Who cares? You know I love danger." Her laughter was light, and soon the two girls were giggling together, the warmth of their reunion softening the weight of the conversation.
