The amarinth spun, reflecting sunlight, but it was the vessel who seized her attention. The color of his hair. The familiar slant of his eyes, which met hers with a wideness that was not merely fear. It was recognition. Sandis tripped over her own feet and fell to the road, skinning knees and palms. She stared, the screams fading from her ears, the pressure vanishing from her limbs. His name formed on her lips more as a wish than a word. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be. “Anon?” she whispered, and at the same time, her brother mouthed, Sandis.
Excuse me? Her brother isn’t dead
