Savage
the second one says.
“Let me say hello girls,” their mother says, and the girls step away. I almost feel cold without their sweet embrace.
I blink and shake my head before standing. Their mother gives me a knowing look. “They’re Guardians. I’m not positive, but mom, Aunt Cara, Aunt Grace, and I have all talked and we think that their Guardian gift is making others feel safe and loved. I’m Malin,” she says, just as another of Reagan’s sisters comes striding up.