Hana looked around the room, hoping that Harlowe was going to just crawl out from under the bed or something. Hana took a few calming breaths and turned back to face Conlyn. “Full disclosure, I do have the Sight.”
“I know,” Conlyn admitted sheepishly, “Harlowe told me that you did, but you decided not to be trained by the sisterhood because you thought that your family needed you at home.”
“I’m so glad my sister is good at keeping secrets.” Hana sighed, before deciding that wasn’t the big issue at the moment. “But—What she doesn’t know is—I have been studying with the sisterhood, not training properly, you know, I don’t want to be a sister, but I got worried about Harlowe, something changed in her, so I started studying with them, to learn how to watch Harlowe, to figure out what exactly what was going on. I think that’s what woke me up tonight, the training, knowing that Harlowe was in trouble. If you care for her at all, we need to find her.”
“Okay, in the interest of full disclosure—“ Conlyn started.
“I know. You and Harlowe aren’t actually engaged.” Hana answered, setting down the lamp on the bedside table and kneeling to look under the bed. You know, just in case.
When she stood up again, Conlyn looked like a fish out of water, “How? When?”
“Since I met you,” Hana smiled, “First of all, Harlowe would never want to come back to the Sisterlands to ‘settle down,’ not in a hundred years or a million ways. Not unless she was pregnant and abandoned, and then I feel like she would only settle down long enough that her child could survive under my care before she’d run off again. And the way you two look at each other, the way you interact—you’re not in love. You’re not a couple. I don’t really know what you guys are, I don’t have enough information, and she clearly doesn’t share as much with me for her own reasons, but that doesn’t change the fact that you do care for her—as a friend or a boss or a solider or whatever. Will you help me find her?”
Conlyn blinked. He’d never looked at Hana like this before. He’d seen what Harlowe had told him, Hana was the sweet little sister, the accidental bonus baby who came years after Harlowe, the little girl who wanted nothing more than to study history, care for their house, and never leave the Sisterlands. The girl who turned her back on the Sight because she was afraid of what she might see. Harlowe always talked of her sister with love and care, but always like she was a little underwhelmed by her sister—like she couldn’t understand why Hana would settle for as low as what she wanted to settle for.
Had she really never seen this? Maybe it was sibling blindness, the fact that Harlowe did know Hana when she was little, but how could she have missed this, the strong, well planned young woman standing in front of him—who knew more than she ever let on, who was strong enough to keep a secret, to fight her own desires and dreams to protect her sister, the woman who keep the most secrets from Hana, but Hana would make sure that she would be safe, that she would take care of the only family she ever had even if they never took care of her the same way.
She was strong, and she was beautiful. And life was about to get more complicated than Conlyn had ever expected.
After a second, he realized that Hana was still waiting for an answer. “Yes. Of course, I’ll help you find her. Let’s make a plan.”