“Uncle Tristan!” she cried, throwing herself at him and hugging him tightly. “Uncle Tristan?” Quinn asked over her slim shoulders. “My niece,” he explained, “my sister’s child.” Tristan had only been a Guardian for a few years, and Quinn was well aware that he had living relatives remaining in the realm of man. What didn’t make sense was that this child had been branded a Guardian at such a young age. Isaiah had been eighteen when he was branded, the youngest ever. Daniel seemed to be thinking along the same lines, and he roused himself from the catharsis of shock, stepped forward and lifted Monique’s wrist. The white tattoo was clearly visible. “It’s true, then,” Daniel dropped her arm. “Of course it is,” Isaiah smiled fondly at the child. “How did you get here?” Tristan asked. Quinn completely understood the question – how had Monique travelled to Summerfeld on her own.
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