‘A thousand years ago, the witch queen Moira gave birth to twin girls. Ortha and Oonagh. They were born holding hands, so close they were said to be of one mind. One soul. The twins were powerful, too. And their power was at its strongest when they were together.’ Rose’s brow furrowed and Wren knew she was thinking of that strange explosion in the Vault, the blinding power that had burst from them when they’d held each other. Wren didn’t know if what had happened was a good thing or a bad thing, only that it had unsettled her. She could tell it had unsettled Rose, too. ‘Ortha was mild-mannered
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