Wren rushed forward, flinging her arms around her sister before whispering something only Thea and Wilder could catch. ‘Remember what you are, Althea Nine Lives.’ ‘Let’s hope that name serves me well,’ Thea replied, attempting to release her sister. But Wren held on a moment longer. ‘What you are, Thea…’ she repeated. Thea pulled back, meeting her gaze. Something Wilder didn’t understand passed between them. ‘I am the storm…’ Thea murmured. Wren smiled and let go. ‘That you are.’
