Hazel’s shoulders sag as the fight drains out of her, and she lets out a shaky breath that sounds exhausted, while Violet just stares at me like she’s deciding whether I’m telling the truth or just better at hiding it.
“That’s enough,” the other twin says, his jaw tight as he looks at both girls, his voice carrying something final and cold that makes the hair on my arms stand up. “You don’t get to touch her.”
The word her lands heavy, and Violet’s eyes flick between them, disbelief cutting through the fury. “You’re choosing her,” she says slowly, like she needs to hear it out loud.
They don’t hesitate. “Yes,” one of them says, and the room feels smaller after that as Violet lets out a harsh laugh and Hazel finally breaks, voices rising again when they refuse to leave and everything star
