"Sera—" Corvine started, but Seraphine was already shaking her head before he could finish. She wasn't in the mood for excuses. Not tonight.
The connection she'd felt with Marigold the moment their eyes locked wasn't something she could explain away, and that feeling was the only thing keeping her hopes alive right now.
"Some things don't change," she said, her voice steady, quieter than she expected it to come out. "Eye color. Hair color. Those things travel in blood. You can't fake that."
Something new moved across Corvine's face. The tight line of his shoulders dropped just slightly, like a weight had been lifted clean off them.
"You know, I told Ravyn to actually look at the girl when she when you were unconscious." He exhaled slow, like the memory still sat wrong with him. "He wouldn't. Couldn't bring himself to. And truthfully, she had this full head of hair, thick as anything, just like his. Not long, she was a newborn, but still. A hairy little thing."
