“Tejas put the knife down. His eyes—dark brown, same as hers, same as their dead mother's if Kaka's one surviving photograph was to be believed—fixed on her face with an intensity that most people found unnerving. Most people hadn't shared a womb with Tanvi Ranade; most people didn't know that behind the charm and the crooked smile and the inexhaustible confidence, Tejas was terrified. All the time. Of the power in his blood. Of what it meant. Of what it might eventually demand from them.”