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Ares studied me. “Okay. I’ll text him. He’s already gone ahead behind his mom. He was going to meet us there but leave if I said anything different.”
I glanced away.
“Do you have anything for me then?” He opened his hands. “Any questions before this all starts happening, I mean.”
I didn’t have any questions, but I was glad he brought this up. I pinched at my sweater. “I know I’m your sister, and that you’re my brother…”
“Your twin.” He lifted a finger, chuckling. “And I get that’s weird. It’s weird for me too. Fuck, I’ve been looking for you, and it’s still weird for me.”
I knew he had. Someone had told me once.
I held my arms. “It is different. It’s different for me, and it will be an adjustment, but I’m more concerned about Bruno.” I shook my head. “I don’t want him to get lost in all this, and I guess I’m asking you as a favor to help me make sure that doesn’t happen.” I nodded. “I want him looked out for. Taken care of.”
His life had been upheaved too. He’d lost his real parents, found out they were kidnappers, and now, his only remaining family, he found out wasn’t his own. He was being forced to move into a home full of strangers, and though he was being brave and putting on a tough exterior, I worried about him. I worried for him.
“I got his back, little,” Ares said, and I rolled my eyes about the name. He chuckled. “Seriously, I do. I owe the kid. He looked out for you when I wasn’t there, and I’ll never forget that.”
My heart squeezed. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“And enough with the little shit.” I tossed a pillow at him, which he caught. Fucking football players. “I heard through the grapevine I’m actually older than you.” Thatcher and Wells had been joking about it at breakfast.
Ares rolled his eyes now. “By five whole minutes, yes. But you’re still little.” He grinned. “The name’s not going anywhere so get used to it.”
I suppose I’d have to, wouldn’t I? We were in each other’s lives.
And it looked like that wasn’t going away.
Chapter Twenty
Sloane
There were news vans and press outside of Ares’s house, but the security kept them back. There were people in suits stationed outside the wide property, and they waved Ares’s blue Hummer through the crowd.
“They haven’t left since everything went public,” Ares said, navigating. The shutters went off like popcorn, but with the dark tint of the Hummer’s windows, the press probably couldn’t see much.
Not that the fact stopped them.
They banged on Ares’s car, but like stated, the security kept them back. They called my name and his, and considering Ares had a wolf (his football namesake) painted on the front of his ride, I was sure all these people knew he was in here, local press or not.
There were so many, and easily twice the amount of news vans that’d been stationed outside of Dorian’s house recently. After the Mayberry scandal with his uncle had surfaced, his gated community had held a similar amount of attention.
But it was nothing like this.
This was insane, and thank God for the security. They kept the press away enough for Ares to navigate himself, my brother, and me inside. We’d all said goodbye to Thatcher, Wells, and Bow at Windsor House. They’d wanted to come too, of course. Especially Bow.
But like Ares had said, only a few people would be there today. The parents… his parents thought it’d be better that way.
Your parents.
Apparently, those plans included Dorian Prinze, who was there at the property when Ares pulled around back. Ares had to considering the media circus outside, and Dorian was stationed between two security personal, sitting on the steps of a back veranda, which gave views onto the property through wide windows. The dark prince got up, and the people actually sitting on the veranda did too. There was a man and a woman behind the glass, one blond, the other a deep brunette.
His parents.
They both came outside and joined their son, Dorian’s dad just as striking as his mom. Dorian may have had his mother’s eyes and softer features, but he had the angular jawline and strong disposition from no one else but his father. The two were like clones, the older version in a thick sweater with his arm around Dorian’s petite mother. She had a jacket on, warming her arms, and waved at the car when Ares shut it off.
Ares immediately got out, but when I started to, Bru pushed forward. He’d been in the back seat.
