All Chapters of Twice Rejected, Twice Fated: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Wren's POVEven the way they stood was the same, with their weight shifted slightly onto the left foot.It was so identical that it made my skin prickle.But the man at the end of the corridor had eyes as dark as the bottom of a lake. And the man in front of me was green. Twins. They were identical twins.The thought unfolded in my head so fast I felt slightly dizzy. "…Cassius," I whispered."Yes," said the green-eyed man gently. "That's my name." His voice was low.Now that I was listening, it was deeper than the one on the stage. He wasn't faking it or anything, he'd been a different person all along. "I was trying to tell you. I'm not him.""Cassius," said the other man again, as he walked up the corridor toward us. He approached slowly, hands in his pocket like he wasn't in a rush at all. "The Dean is looking for you. Where have you been?""I stepped out," said Cassius."You were supposed to be seated.""I was seated. I got bored.""And I think we have

Cassius's POVI had never wanted to hit my brother before.I'd wanted to a thousand times, of course. We were twins. We'd shared a womb and a nursery and an entire childhood. I'd put him in a headlock more times than I could count. But I'd never once looked at his face and wanted to smash it, the way I wanted to smash it now.He stood with his back to the window and the light of the lake behind him, as pale as a ghost. His hands hung limp at his sides, his dark eyes, so cold and calm in every other situation, had gone wide.“Go for it,” Thorne pushed, more than ready to rip him to pieces. "You decided," I said and my voice shook. I hated it."For both of us." I took a step toward him. "Alone. While she was lying on the other side of a wall. You looked at the woman fate had chosen for me, for you, for us, and you said, no. You said, she's not good enough. And you didn't even have the courage to tell me.""It wasn't…""What right do you have?""Cassius…""What fucking right do yo

Wren's POVMy stomach dropped through the floor."Meredith!" cried Selene, and her voice was suddenly three octaves higher and dripping with delight. "Oh, hello! What a surprise! We were only just talking about you!""Were you?" said Meredith pleasantly."We were! We were saying how wonderful the orientation went, and what a brilliant job you did with the welcome speeches. Weren't we, girls?""Oh, yes," said Portia, instantly."Brilliant," said the blonde."So elegant," chimed the redhead.Meredith's gaze slid over them calmly and landed on me.I wanted to sink into the pavement."I see," she said slowly. "And who is this?""Oh, nobody!" said Selene, with a little trill of laughter, finally releasing my braid. "Nobody important. She's just my little sister. She's new. I was only welcoming her to school, wasn't I, Wren?"Wren.She'd never called me that in her life."Nothing serious," Selene said. "Just a family reunion.""Is that true?" said Meredith.She hadn't looked at Selene. Sh

Wren's POVHe turned around. It wasn't either of them. It was a senior with a mop of brown curls and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, who gave me a puzzled look and went back to his conversation.I stood there with my heart pounding for a full minute."Wren," said Astra gently. "You're hyperventilating.” "Of course I know that!"I was hoping this was going to be easy. I met Isolde on Thursday afternoon. It was the seminar on Migration and Territorial Law, a small class of fifteen, held in a small room on the second floor of the west wing.A short professor with a lisp and a habit of tapping his chalk against his teeth, was teaching the class. I'd been placed next to the girl with a pixie cut.She didn't speak for the first forty minutes. She took notes in a tiny handwriting, and tilted her head slightly whenever the professor said something she disagreed with. She had pale brown skin and serious dark eyes, and she looked like the sort of person who had never in her life been late

Wren's POV He wasn't wearing a blazer today. Just a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black running shorts, with the sleeves of the shirt pushed up to his elbows and a sheen of sweat at his collarbone. His dark hair was tousled, his cheeks were flushed and his arms were bare with lean muscle. He was running like he's done this every morning of his life.And his eyes.Those eyes were hard to miss. Bright green, shining with a gleam so warm that I felt it all the way down my spine."There she is," he said softly.I looked away so fast that my neck cracked."I'm sorry about the other day," Cassius said.I didn't say a word. I couldn't trust my tongue not to betray me. "I should have been clearer. I should have told you straight away that I had a twin. I mean, in my defence, you never gave me the chance I'll be honest, it was the most interesting introduction I've ever had."Don't laugh."But I am sorry. I'm sorry you thought I was him. I didn't have the sense to understand you soon