Ethan’s POV
I groaned and turned to my older brother, who looked equally frustrated. We were twins, but I was younger by a few minutes, and consequently I usually followed his lead.
“Can’t we tell Murphy, at least?” I whined.
“You know the answer to that,” he replied. “We agreed to the deal.”
I sighed, falling backwards onto the dark grey comforter on his king-size bed, staring up at the ceiling. All of the walls in here were painted light grey, and the carpet was dark grey. Austin was a very neutral-colors kind of person. Even his desk in the corner was made out of a greyish-colored wood, with all of his paperwork and folders neatly lined up and organized on top of it. My brother was the kind of person who had a drawer full of perfectly folded pairs of socks, while I was just excited
