“Yeah, but I’m irrelevant,” Justin said proudly. “You, however, are the boy under the Alpha’s shadow now. Bro, do you even know what this means? You’re popular. You’re safe. You’re in. You’re, like, Thalvion royalty by association.”
I wanted to slap him. Or throw him out the window. Maybe both.
But instead, I said, “Do you even hear yourself?”
He shrugged. “All I know is I’m getting invited to more group chats and someone offered to trade protein bars with me today. I owe it all to you, Vaughny-boy.”
I groaned and covered my face.
If only he knew.
If only he knew that the reason Kross was suddenly channeling his inner social worker was because he thought Vanya—me—was Vaughn’s twin. That everything he was doing now had a target. That his kindness came with motive and that motive was m
