Caleb
I woke to the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains and the strange but not unpleasant sight of four other people in my bedroom.
The California king bed that had been delivered just yesterday barely contained the three of us—Savannah sprawled in the middle like a starfish claiming territory, one arm flung across my chest, the other stretched toward Kalel, who'd somehow maintained a perfect six inches of personal space even in sleep. My twin's face looked younger, all the usual tension erased. It was weird seeing him so peaceful.
Savannah slept like the dead, which made sense considering everything her body had been through. Silver pathways still glowed faintly beneath her skin, the moon milk bond apparently a permanent addition to her ever-growing collection of super
