She had no words. Shock stopped her tongue, her everything. She’d always known her family wasn’t her birth family — they’d told her so, she didn’t look like them. But lots of families in the village took in orphaned children; it wasn’t strange. But now there was this person saying, I know your birth family and you are much more than you believed you were.
It couldn’t be true.
Derek was responding to Isaac. “A Kentish knight was there when you fought Sir Kit.” He glanced at Summer again. “You apparently have a twin. That’s how he recognised you.
“Your family wants you to come home.”
“No.”
He couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to believe it — someone was trying to take Summer away from him, that’s all that he could think about. He finally had someone to love, someone who loved him back, and fate had intervened and struck a cruel hand, trying to pluck her from his life.
“Where is this so-called twin? I think this is a trick.”
“The messenger came ahead. The whole Kentish royal family is on their way.”
Summer just turned into Isaac, fisting her hands in his shirt, hiding. She didn’t know how to feel. Her family — but maybe not really. They would want to separate her from Isaac. But a family. People who wanted her. More people who wanted her.
“We should go meet them. Maybe they’re wrong,” someone said, and then she realised it was her.