He wasn’t going crazy. The distinct sound of the lock being engaged wasn’t hard to miss.
“I can’t read any of them.” Ronin said on a snarl. Royce couldn’t either. Fuck! What if he’d made the same mistake as before? Terror seized him and threaten to make him yell in frustration. He thought she was the one. She had to be the one. She hadn’t reacted to either of their blood. But what if no Phoenix did?
“Now you’re worried?” His brother sat on the edge of one of the beds with his head braced in his hands.
“It’s too fucking late to consider the consequences. I’m invested.”
No shit. He was just as invested as his twin was.
“You think I’m not?” Royce threw back. “I don’t care if she’s meant to be ours or not. I’m fucking keeping her.” And that was that.
The grunt from Ronin let him know his brother was as much on board with that plan as he was.
