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After a few minutes of maddening silence, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted her to say something. I wanted to hug her. I wanted to tell her I love her.
“Aria?” I called her name quietly.
She winced and looked up at me. Her eyes were wide and filled with confusion, sadness, and pain.
My heart was breaking in my chest.
“I love you,” I told her, looking into her eyes, wanting to soothe her pain.
She let out a breath, a quiet sob escaping her.
“Please talk to us, love,” Nick said and placed his hands back on her shoulders.
She moved away from him, her eyes not leaving mine.
I didn’t need to look up at Nick to know how hurt he was when she moved away.
“I know this is a huge shock,” I said quietly. “I know you will need time to process everything. But don’t push us away, please. Don’t push your mate away. Don’t push me away. I am your brother. I am your family. I need you.”
She broke eye contact with me, looking down at her hands and closing her eyes. She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around her body.
“My whole life has been a lie,” she said quietly.
Sobs started wrecking her body and my heart broke.
I jumped up from my chair and walked to her.
Aria’s POV
I felt two strong arms wrap around me. He pulled me into his chest, and he rubbed my back soothingly.
“I am so sorry, Aria,” he said. “I wish I could take your pain away. I am so sorry.”
This can’t be happening. It can’t be true. It has to be a different Aria. They were mistaken. It was not me. It can’t be me. My grandma was not a murderer. She was not a kidnapper. They were wrong. They had the wrong Aria.
I started shaking my head and I tried to pull out of Gabriel’s arms.
His grip only tightened around me.
“You have the wrong girl,” I said into Gabriel’s chest. “I am not that Aria. Your sister is out there somewhere. It is not me.”
I felt him tense and tighten his grip.
“It is you. You are my sister,” he growled. “I know what this means. I know how hard it is for you to accept that. But you are my sister.”
I sobbed into his chest.
It meant I had to accept that the woman who raised me was a murderer and a kidnapper. She killed my parents and my grandfather before taking me away. She brought immense pain to my real grandmother, and she separated me from my twin.
How the hell should I accept that?
It couldn’t be true. I refuse to accept that it was true. I would find the real Aria and prove to Gabriel that I was not his sister.
I was not powerful. I didn’t have any special powers. That was proof that I was not the Aria from the video.
“I am not powerful,” I said, trying to convince him again. “I don’t have any special skills. I am a normal witch. That is the proof, Gabriel. I am not her.”
He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me off his chest, not letting go of me.
