For the first time since the loop started, the music changed to Sucker for Pain. Nikolai and Mikhail looked at each other and seemed to brace themselves.
Hanna my best friend and Kyle my brother stalked in. Or rather Not Hanna and Not Kyle. They looked like them but spoke like the Irish. It was as if a bogey jumped inside them.
Hanna wore all black her red hair flying behind her like flames. Her words were cut glass, not a hint of the perky woman that Nikolai knew. Even the cold dark green eyes appeared black, like a winter sky devoid of stars, Kyle stalked to the bed, and grabbed my hand, his deep rich tenor became cutting glass and angry. Nikolai held out his arm, his voice deep and gruff” f**k off Kyle.”
The room filled with the raw tension and dominance pouring off of the young Alph
