Chapter 15

Briar’s POV

I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. Couldn’t they argue just once without waking the entire neighborhood?

"It’s not your stuff!" Luna’s voice carried into my room, filled with anger. "It’s our stuff! You’re just selfish!"

"Oh my God," I muttered, tossing the blanket aside and sitting up. My body still ached from the chaos of the previous night, but the twins didn’t care about that. No, they were too busy acting like they lived on a battlefield.

They were toddlers. The next day, they have forgotten all about it.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, shoved my feet into my slippers, and shuffled into the hallway.

"Guys—" I started, only to stop when I saw Finn and Luna locked in an epic tug-of-war over a ratty old stuffed wolf.

"Let go!" Finn shouted, his small frame straining as he yanked the toy.

"You let go!" Luna retorted, planting her feet li