“Okay, my turn.” Bri’s voice came from behind her. Rua thanked the Gods for the Eagle in that moment as she cut off their awkward hug. Remy shifted to the fae warrior, wrapping her in a tight embrace. The two of them acted like old friends. It was a stark reminder once more that Bri was her sister’s guard, not hers. Bri’s allegiance was to Remy. She swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth. They all had each other.
