As I rushed through the front door of the dorm, I literally ran into my little sister. We hadn’t spoken since our argument. She’d done a good job of avoiding being alone with me, and I’d done the same.
Cyrena knelt down and reached for her small purse. “I’m sorry, Lilith. I wasn’t—”
“No, sis.” I handed her her backpack. “That was my fault.”
Her smoky gray eyes widened. “You’re, like, apologizing to me?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry about the other night too. I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you.”
Instead of giving me her usual teary-eyed look when I’d hurt her feelings, Cyrena punched my arm and said, “Duh! We’re sisters.”
“I know.”
“And, I love you.”
“Same here.”
Somebody clapped behind us. I turned and saw Alistair.
“Is this a make-up?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, smiling broadly. “She’s my sister. How can I stay mad at her?”
He put his arms around both of us. “Exactly. Let’s go have lunch.”
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