“Wait… what?” Stacey says looking between the two men. They both tower over her, around 6’7. They are wearing loose black shirts and loose sweat pants, but it can’t hide that their bodies are very fit. Max has long black hair pulled back into a low pony tail and his dark skin complements his features. Lucas has light brown hair that is buzzed on the side’s and back while the middle is long and braided close to his head. His skin tone is the exact copy of Max, giving the impression that they are closely related.
“The Queen heard about the attack, apparently she is rather fond of the red head and asked us to keep an eye on you four,” Max speaks up with a smirk looking at Ama. Ama’s skin maybe like the night, but the blush that has crept up on her face is clearly visual.
“I swear to God Am
