The Twins’ Den. Post Moonblade encounter, 6:42 p.m.
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The doors hadn’t even been s.hut behind them and Victor’s voice broke through the house.
„Don’t.” Low. Cold. Meant for Dorian, who as always tried to speak first. He knew exactly what his brother wanted to say and he had no interest in "The Talk". Only one thing hovered in their heads, Phoenix Fay Blackwood. Both their minds raced through everything as the doors closed. The moment in the hallway, the way she didn’t flinch when she fell, the f.ucking way she didn’t look away with this endless silence in her eyes and that f.ucking scent. Vanilla and blood. Jasmine and honey. Too deep, dark and strong to be just a human. And then THE NOW hit them hard. Corbin was here with a cavalry of his elders and his young. No time to waste. No f.uc
