“If Torben is my father…then who is my mother?” Rasmus manages to eke out, staring at me in the same way I’m staring at him. Silence fills the underground. “Who is my mother?!” Rasmus screams, a vein popping on his forehead. “I have a hard time believing that you don’t know,” she eventually says. “Her blood would be unmistakable.” She pauses. “You’re Louhi’s son.”
