Hunt
Twist laughs. Literally tosses his dark head back and howls. Key watches him, worried, like at any moment he’s going to come completely unhinged. I’m glad someone is amused, because I’m sure as s**t not. Base isn’t, either. It’s the thought of our miserable cunt of a father loaning out our mother’s womb like some sort of business transaction. That’s what kills me. That, and the thought that there’s another of us, another member of my family out there, locked away from the world and lorded over by some bloodthirsty monster.
It makes me see f*****g red.
“We don’t know that it’s related,” Diego is saying, soothing.
“Of course it’s related,” Sebastian groans.
“She’s the only one of my siblings that doesn’t look exactly like me,” Twist is chuckling, wiping a tear from the edge of his
