“Storm grabbed my hand. "Were you brave, Rain? Were you a good soldier?" "I was brave," I said. "Braver than me?" I squeezed his hand, thankful for its warmth and strength in mine. Thankful that he was there, safe and whole. "I thought of you every day, Storm," I said. "You made me brave." His smile lit the room. "That's what twins are for.”
Book:Stormrise