About

Calanthi and his sister have a mother in common but they've never been apart, not really. Where one ends, the other begins. Both are psychics and inseparable and with such a strong resonance between them that no one even tries to come between them. Calanthi is in love with her and has been since he saw her truly cry as a child. Not the tears of a hurt child, the tears of genuine pain. But the bond between them had formed long before that. He was the golden child and she was the reject, but he never saw it that way, only their mother had. She'd seen her daughter as defective, Calanthi was her pride and joy and made that clear. He hated her for it. He hated anyone who wanted his sister, any who looked at her, thought they could touch her, touch what's his, what's always been his. Their bond is absolute and he's been standing on the precipice of being her older brother all their lives, afraid of what would happen if he confronted her about it. The only thing he had to lose, that would hurt him to lose was her. So he was careful. They owned their large bookstore, lived in their well-furnished apartment on the second floor. They shared a bed, neither able to sleep without the other, only able when they're tangled up like the roots of a mixed garden. But the hiding is breaking him. He needs her to know. He's been with men, he's been with women but they were all practice for when he finally had her.