Claimed By The Alpha Biker
Then, without ceremony, he began.
“Tonight,” he said, folding his hands together, “we speak of twins.”
I stilled.
“Two girls,” he continued, eyes distant now. “Born of the same father and mother. Born on the same day. Same hour. Same breath.”
My chest tightened.
“They were remarkable,” he went on. “From the moment they first shifted, they were in sync. Perfectly aligned. Where one moved, the other followed. Where one felt pain, the other felt it too.”