** Poppy’s POV **
I force a laugh that I know doesn’t quite reach my eyes whilst I scan each window for any sign of someone watching me.
“Protectors?” I repeat lightly. “You make it sound dramatic. I don’t have a superhero squad.”
The twins don’t laugh. They exchange a brief look; it’s quick, silent, loaded, and suspicious. I hate that they can see through me.
“Phoenix is keeping a close eye on you,” the shorter haired one says. “They must really care about you.”
“Right,” I reply with a shrug. “Well, gold star for them.”
I turn to wipe down the already clean counter, buying myself a second to steady my breathing. Don’t react. Don’t give them the satisfaction of seeing it get to you.
I feel him before he moves. The air shifts as the longer-haired one steps closer, just enough that I’
