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Aurora slept alone in a room larger than her house had been.

Her mother was gone. She’d promised to return, but she’d told Aurora she had to stay with her father.

That he would protect her from the shadows.

Aurora didn’t want to be protected. She wanted her mother.

For the first time, Aurora cried.

Fullbright magic. Power of the light runes.

Aurora had understood none of it until she had met Francis.

Now she understood too much.

She was a Fullbright, a descendant of the Paragons., blessed with the brilliance and responsibility of light magic.

She could never go back to the theater.

“You’re my sister, so I ‘spose this won’t hurt.” Francis tugged off his gloves.

“No!” the mean woman screamed.

But it was too late. Francis took Aurora’s bare hand in his.

Their light magic joined.

There was no doubt. This boy was her brother.

Aurora stared down at the strange gloves he wore, gloves that cut-off his magic from hers.

“We will get you some,” Francis promised. “Helps control the magic.”

But she didn’t want to lock away the magic.

“Francis, go upstairs,” the mean woman said.

The boy ignored her as he raced over to Aurora and hugged her.

He took both of Aurora’s hands in his. “Momma, you got me a sister! How did you know I wanted one more than anything?”

A boy several years older than Aurora burst into the room.

His hair was the same color as hers, and he radiated the same warmth and light.

Aurora blinked.

She had never met anyone else with light magic.