Lysandra stepped closer to the railing and stood beside him. For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then, after what felt like five minutes, Lysandra broke the silence.
"I saw him," she said quietly. "I saw Father."
Aiden didn't turn to look at her. It wasn't as though he hadn't known. In fact, the moment the spirits had been released into the world, Aiden had been aware of every single one of them.
He had felt their presence, sensed their movements, and known exactly who they were and where they went.
Lysandra's voice softened. "He looked happy."
Aiden nodded, and a smile appeared on his face.
Lysandra turned to look at him for a moment. Then she let out a breath and said, "You know, for someone who's supposed to be family, you've done a pretty good job of forgetting I exist."
Aiden finally turned his head toward her, one eyebrow raised. "How so?"
Lysandra crossed her arms. "For starters, you didn't invite me when Andrea and Tristan were born."
