Macy POV
I glare into the eyes of the twin who dared to touch me. In an act of defiance, I pull my lip back between my teeth and resist growling at him. He smirks and his brother joins him at his side. Despite the fact they are twins, they don't look exactly alike. The larger of the two has a short, militant hairstyle. Meanwhile, the other has a messy bedhead look. The larger one smells like cinnamon, and the other smells like vanilla. Their eyes are an identical shade of hazel, though. Both are built like Greek Gods, but I am not attracted to that sort of thing. I prefer my men to be thin and nerdy.
'Keep telling yourself that,' Nyx laughs loudly, causing the scowl on my face to deepen.
"Edward," the Luna the Queen calls out to the smaller one. "Grab the bags from the back of
