KELLEN’S POV
The moment the twins sat down with us, I could tell there was something wrong.
It wasn’t just the usual way their eyes would linger on us longer than necessary, or the way they would lean into us like they wanted to be in our skin. It was something louder than that. My eyes trailed all over their body and my blood ran cold.
Elena’s hair was different today. She would usually style it in a way that seemed brilliant, with expensive accessories fixed at every corner, but today it has been brushed loose. Strands of dark hair fell over her shoulder, the shorter strands at the front framed her face in a way that was all too familiar with me.
This was how Eira wore her hair when she didn’t want to bother pinning it back for class.
My chest tightened at the realization.
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