Claimed by his twin
She was only twelve, too young for this fear, too young to get the danger hiding in all this fancy stuff.
Nora brushed hair from her sister's face. "Are you okay?" she whispered.
Lia nodded, but it was weak. "I just don't like him watching us," she said softly.
Nora looked across the cabin. Lorenzo sat a few seats away. He looked relaxed, but you couldn't read him. His eyes were half-closed, like he owned the whole world already. He didn't say a word, but Nora felt his stare like a hand on her neck.