I stepped out of the bathroom with my face arranged in something that looked like composure if someone didn't look too closely. My skin still felt too tight. My pulse still beat too fast. I hated that I felt shaken at all. I hated even more that the twins were watching me like I was a bomb they were trying not to breathe on.
They sat on the couch, both completely still. Beau’s elbows rested on his knees. Jack’s hand gripped the edge of a cushion like he was resisting the urge to pace. Their eyes tracked every step I took.
Beau spoke first. “Do you want water?”
“No.” My voice cracked. I cleared my throat. “I want silence.”
Silence rarely existed around them. Not when their wolves always hovered close to mine, curious and intrusive and annoyingly protective. But Beau actually nodded, as
