ALEJANDRA“Your mom was my sister,” she says. “My only sister. My only sibling. Our mom died when I was a baby.” I frown, thinking how hard it must’ve been to be raised without a mom. Especially considering who her dad is— Robert Westwood isn’t exactly a warm guy. She and my mother must’ve had it rough. “My sister was only ten months older than me.” Margot smiles sadly. “I used to tease her for two months out of the year when we were the same age. She hated it. But I thought it was awesome.” I laugh. Sounds like Zaire, Katherine, and me. “When your mom was eighteen, she met her mate,” she continues. “It’s rare for our kind to meet their mate so young in life. It never happens. I mean, I’m thirty-six and haven’t met my mate yet. That’s pretty normal, actually. Until my mate comes, I am happy waiting for him.” “I’m lucky then.” “You are,” she agrees. “Who is my mom’s mate?” I ask. “I don’t know,” Margot answers. “Your mom never introduced me to him. She kept it a secret from ev
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