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    “He’s not a traitor. Didn’t you see how he looked at that guy when he touched him? I know he’s not a traitor. He doesn’t have it in him. I grew up with him.”
    “We will know the truth when we see him again, if we see him again,” I say, trying to stop the fight before it can escalate any more than it already has. I need to know more about Aibek and how my father had children with twin sisters.
    “How did you have children with twin sisters? Were you three in a polyamorous relationship or something?”
    Igraine sighs. “No. That’s such a long story.”
    Amr folds his arms across his chest. “I think we deserve to know at least some of it. Our half-brother wants world domination and our hearts in his hands.”
    Igraine looks at Elex. He gives a nod and puts his hand on her lower back. “The best way for me to tell you is to just show you. This is only part of the story, otherwise we’d all be here for days, trust me. Angels are born from light. Twins are rare, but they can happen. However, there’s a story that says that one of the twins is the shadow of the other, and thus only made of darkness.”
    Igraine waves her hand. Just like with my memories resurfacing, I see the scene before me as if I’m sitting in a theater watching it. Only this time, the guys are seeing it, too.
    Two girls, about my age, sit on a large king-sized bed. Both wear plain blue pajamas.  They look identical in the face, but the one on the left has white hair compared to the other’s black. The one with the black hair must be Igraine and the white her sister; Aibek looks a lot like her. Unlike Amr and me, I think we look more like Elex.
    They’re smiling while facing each other cross-legged. “You can’t be saying what I think you’re saying. Angels can’t love any other species, you know that. We can’t fall in love with anything mortal, or we’ll become mortal ourselves,” Igraine whispers.
    “We’ve been on this plain since we were children, and Elex took us in. Don’t you think if we were immortal still, we wouldn’t have aged a day. It’s this plain; it treats us like we are mortals, so we should have some fun. I like him, and I know you like him. I see the way you look at him. If you’re not going to tell him how you feel, then I’ll tell him how I feel.”
    The memory fades. “Helsin did go on to tell me how she felt, but I didn’t feel the same way about her. Being young and naïve, I wasn’t aware of how much I hurt her when I told her I liked Igraine. On the outside, she looked like she was fine, but neither of us had a clue of what she was planning.”
    “What did she do?” I ask.
    Igraine waves her hand again. Another memory surrounds us. 
    An older Igraine glares at Helsin, who has tied her to a chair. Helsin stands in front of a vanity, putting on the last touches of red lipstick. She smiles at her twin through the mirror. “Don’t have such a sour expression, Rain. You’ll get frown lines.” She runs a hand over her hair, changing it from snow white to the deepest black. Identical to Igraine.
    “He’ll know that it’s you, regardless of how much you look like me. He’s expecting me to be there for the dance, not you.” Igraine fights the binds around her body and wrists. Why doesn’t she just use magic to get out of them?
    “No use fighting those binds. They stop all magic from being used on them. A sweet gift from Sibi’s son. He’s only too eager to shut down all dragon shifters for good. He told me of a prophecy, you know. One his own mother made, you know, the one they killed. . . Anna, I think that was her name.”
    Helsin turns to face her sister now, leaning against the vanity in a black, glittering gown. It grabs onto her every curve. “A prophecy of a hybrid child. He didn’t tell me much, but he did tell me there’s a possibility of it being my child, so he agreed to help me. He had such pretty eyes. One blue and one green.”
    “Kearn?” I