Jassyn’s eyes unfocused on the horizon. “Ayla’s mother, Ceryn, is my half sister. I was already at Centarya by the time Ceryn was born.” He idly ran his fingers along the stars tattooed across his hand. “Anyway,” he said abruptly, squaring his shoulders. “You’re going to find out soon enough, so I might as well be the one to inform you. Vesryn and I are…cousins. Half cousins.”
