THE LANGUAGE OF THORNS → BLOOD RELATIONS
The apprentice’s gaze slid to their reflection, and he squared his shoulders so that he and Ulla stood side by side, much the same height, their hair as black and gleaming as deepwater pearls.
“Look at that,” he said, and his reflection lifted a brow. “We might almost be blood relations.”
He was right, Ulla realized. It was not just the hair, or the slender-reed build that they shared. There was something in the shape of their faces, the sharp cut of their bones.