Well I'll be waiting for a long, long time in the line which is your arms.
Who are you?Abby, she says. And you are?Ethan, I answer. He’s my twin.Her eyes dart between us. You don’t look anything alike.I’m a boy. She’s a girl. I sure as hell hope we don’t, says Ethan.
His lips so soft, yet so stern, he pressed his mouth to mine. I will have both of you, he said. My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we both can be.
I looked at Ethan and smiled a little.I love you, he mouthed.I love you, too, I mouthed back.And I’m nauseous, Catcher grumbled. Let’s get on with this. I am seriously in need of a beer and a Lifetime...