CLAIM THE CORE
They chuckled, deep resonant sounds, engaging with guests, but a strange lethargy began to tug at their limbs, a fuzzy disconnect from the vibrant chaos around them.
Across the sprawling suite, tucked away near a cascading chocolate fountain, Luke felt the world tilt. His stepsister, Serena, had pressed a flute of sparkling cider into his hand, her smile too sweet, her eyes too bright. “Happy birthday, boys,” she’d chirped, gesturing vaguely towards the triplets, then leaned in close to Luke. “Drink up, little brother. It’s a special night.”