Chapter 46. Meadow

I inhale sharply, shake it off, and go back to staring at the fire, trying not to let him get to me as the door swings open and two boys stomp in, arguing with each other.

“You’re a liar. I didn’t say anything of the sort.” The first male snaps, turning and spotting me and instantly frowning like he’s just faced a terrible or vile sight. He stops dead as the other collides into the back of him with an exaggerated ‘oomph’ noise. He’s unsurprisingly dark-haired, tanned, and has your typical native Colombian look. All the Santos originated from there before coming here a few generations ago. They usually mate up with others like them, so the bloodline stays purest, and most of the males get sent back in early childhood to spend time in their homelands, so most have mixed accents like Colton does.

“Hey, watch it,” the voice snarls and shoves him forward, exposing an identical face and equal build, and I realize these two boys are twins. If memory serves correct, I can pull o