XARION'S POV
Megan's voice sends a jolt through me, and I can practically feel the ice radiating through the phone.
But I force myself to stay calm, taking a slow breath before responding.
"Hey, Megan," I greet as evenly as I can manage. "Thanks for picking up."
"What do you want?" she counters, her tone stiff and impatient. "Is something wrong with the twins?"
"No, no. They're fine. Perfect, actually. We've been having a great time."
There's a pause, and I can hear her exhale sharply on the other end.
"Then why are you calling?" she presses, her voice still laced with suspicion.
I glance down at Maverick and Makayla, who are watching me with wide, hopeful eyes, and I steel myself for what I'm about to ask.
"The twins…" I begin carefully, choosing my words. "They want to stay the
