He cocked his head. “They were passionate Royalists. Cavaliers. King and country came first. We, my brothers and sister and I, were such a distant second we barely even counted.” “But…where did they leave you?” “Oh, with other Royalist families. They weren’t cruel—they didn’t actually abandon us. But to a child…well, it felt as though they did. To me, anyway.” He paused, twisting his ring again. “My brother Jason—he’s two years older than I—feels differently. But he was older when the war began.” “How about your sister?” “Kendra and her twin, Ford, were so young that I don’t think they
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