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Sometimes I forget that Peter used to be the king. Unfortunately, this was one of those times, because it took no effort for him to push me against the wall. I don’t think he’s really even trying, but I’m stuck.
“Who?” Dad yells as Pops keeps trying to pull Calvin off him.
Calvin doesn’t answer. I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s angry, but he’s so… feral. I think he’s just scared for Aunt Ada, but I don’t know. He’s not talking, so I have no clue what’s going through his mind. I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but his claws are coming out of his fingers.
“The twins,” I finally offer.
Peter turns to me, blinking a few times in confusion. “The twins?”
“Yes, the twins,” Uncle Calvin finally barks, his breathing ragged. “The twins who hurt my mate. Th
