Destin POV
I am lying on one edge of the bed, and Charlie is on the other. The space between us where Wren would lie is empty. She hasn't come back from the twins room yet, and neither of us is brave enough to go after her. We acted like children, and we deserve her anger, but that doesn't mean we are stupid enough to hunt her down.
"She's kind of scary when she is mad," Charlie whispers.
"A little," I admit.
"Do you think she is going to come to bed?" He asks.
I keep my eyes focused on the ceiling. "I don't know. She was pretty mad."
Charlie grumbles and rolls over, taking the blanket with him. It slides off me, and I yank it back in my direction. He flips over onto his back and growls. "Stop hogging the blankets."
"Me?" I scoff. "You are the blanket hog."
