Rose’s Point of View
The competition setup had transformed into a series of brackets, with a slight offset due to the odd number of teams. I wanted to support both Drago and Draco in their events, but with overlapping schedules, I had to make a choice. Almost as if they sensed my dilemma, Drago and Draco spoke in unison, their voices weaving together as they often did. “It’s fine, Luna. You can go watch my brother,” they said, casting each other amused looks.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll go support Drago,” I decided. “He’ll need a spotter to keep him informed.”
Drago’s response was instant, and it irritated me more than I’d expected. “Luna, you don’t need to feel obligated. I could find someone else to spot if you want to go support Draco.”
Obligated? The word stung. Did he really
