reject me

“Little mate, you don’t even know the power you have over us.” Christian breathes through gritted teeth. He is fighting the urge to touch her, to reassure Max she is ok.

“Mate?” she mutters. Yeah, I was wondering if she would pick up on that. We have both felt the connection, the sparks on the occasion we have physically connected, but she has never reacted. Probably the emotional trauma, her mind has to be less receptive to us, survival instinct kicking in for self preservation. Christian and I both lift our heads, our movements have been in sync since we were young. Our parents always said it was like we were one mind in two bodies. We spent our childhoods driving them crazy with all the usual twin tricks and practical joke. Christian was always more serious than I, but he followed my lead when it came to mischievous plans. Her hands both lift and cold, delicate fingers slide into our hair, her finger tips send sparks along my scalp and down my spine, tugging at my heart on their w