Pearl’s voice lullabies through my ears. Just the sound alone forces me to stop wanting to murder my brother and entirely focus on making sure she is okay. “Pearl! You are awake! Thank God!”
I rushed her to my bed and lay her down as gently as I can. Seeing her look injured doesn’t pull at my subconsciouses from where I left the mark, but my brother makes me want to punch a hole in the wall. There is nothing I can do about it right now.
Identical twins at birth. That was the only thing we shared in common, but now we will share Pearl. Pearl will not be happy about this. She wasn’t ready for the change yet. Randolph and I both smelled it on her. The trust of the bond was not full even after saving her in the park. Trust takes time. Relationships and creating a bond with my mate. I am in
