He thought for an instant that Carita must have roused from her coma; anything else was too incredible. Then he caught the lilting, happy cadence that was Carisa’s alone, heard her call her twin’s name. The door swung wide under his hand as he hit it harder than he intended. The three people gathered around Carita’s bed swung as one to face him. Carisa’s eyes widened to circles and her small mouth opened wide. Jonathan straightened where he balanced on one crutch. But Nico saw only one person with any clarity, the woman who whirled to face him with a hectic flush rising to her hairline and anger in her face. “What is this?” he demanded with the pain of betrayal in his voice, also the fury that his body was betraying him, hardening at the mere sight of Amanda. “What is Carisa doing here?” “I’m talking to Carita!” his young sister announced in high-pitched excitement before Amanda or Jonathan could answer. “And she’s listening, Nico! She’s asleep, but she’s listening to me.”
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