“What the f**k 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.
“Why should we waste our breath talking to you?” It was Ryan that spoke this time, stepping in front of his brother to shield him, but my eyes couldn’t miss the way his fingers were tightened into a fist, wishing he would direct them in my head.
For a second I had a flashback of a younger version
