“I am not your brother.” “Very well, my half brother, if you must have it—” “You’re not my sister. Not even by half.” He said the words with a cruel pleasure. “Your mother and my mother were not the same woman.” “That’s not possible,” Tessa whispered. “You’re lying. Our mother was Elizabeth Gray—” “Your mother was Elizabeth Gray, born Elizabeth Moore,” said Nate. “Mine was Harriet Moore.” “Aunt Harriet?”
