Paul Grove’s Ranch: Earth
“What’s wrong?” Arrow demanded, sliding into the chair in front of the vidcom.
Adalard scowled at his twin. “What makes you think there is something wrong?” he tersely responded.
Arrow raised an eyebrow and stared at him in silence. Adalard muttered a curse and sighed. His mind was not on his brother or the issue with his transport, but on Samara.
Arrow waved his hand at the screen then pointed at himself. “Twins—remember? Besides, you only get that twitch above your left eye when you feel out of control,” he answered with a grin.
“I don’t have a twitch,” he retorted even as he lifted a hand to his twitching brow. He sighed and sat back. “I’ve found my mate.”
“You—hold on,” Arrow sputtered as he choked on the sip he had just taken from his drink. He coughed
