Theirs To Possess And Ruin
She laughed, unoffended, already taking my wrist to check my pulse.
Her fingers were cool, and practiced.
“You sound disappointed.”
“Yeah,” I said flatly.
“When four psychos are actively invested in ruining your life, sleep starts to feel like a luxury.”
The second twin closed the door behind her and leaned against it, arms crossed, studying me like I was an interesting problem.
“I get that,” she said lightly.
“The Alphas can be… intense.”
I raised a brow.
“Intense is one word for it.”
“They’re not bad people,” she added, a little defensively.