Chapter 37

• “What the fuck do you want?” The younger of the twins Dylan snarled, his eyes darkening as I approached him. Both of them rose, squaring their shoulders as I came nearer, and I rolled my eyes.
• The harshness in his voice or even glare would have sent most people shrinking and cowering away, but not me. It was nothing more than a child’s play to me, and I let out a sigh, unimpressed by their performance.
• “We need to talk.” I stood in the middle of their room, my arms folded as I glared at them.