Simon reaches across the table and places his hand on mine—gently, because it’s the injured one. “Cat, none of us can choose our parents. Light of Day, do you think I would have chosen mine?”
“No,” I admit.
He waits, but I don’t say more. “I get the feeling this is something you only recently discovered,” he says. “How long have you known?”
So much has happened I’m not even sure what day it is, but Athene answers. “Our uncle brought her here two nights ago to explain.”
Has it really only been two nights?
“Your uncle,” says Simon. “Is that the Gregor you mentioned?”
I nod. “It’s a long story, but I had actually realized it before that.” I hesitate before continuing. “There’s more.”
“I’m listening.”
Simon is the most accepting person I know, but even he probably has his limits. “Do you know anything about Selenae?” I ask.
His eyes drift around the room, like he feels silly answering as he does. “I’ve heard stories that they can see in the dark and use magick to heal injuries and listen to secrets for blackmail purposes. I never had reason to believe any of that was true until last night. It was almost pitch-black in that room, but the two of you moved around like there was plenty of light. Now that I think of it, you’ve always seen very well at night.”
I slide the bandage off my hand, letting the bloodstones fall to the table with a series of rapid taps. “There’s more.”
Simon’s breath hitches as he sees the cuts across my palm and fingers are completely healed, leaving thin white lines, like month-old scars. “Tell me.”
And I do.