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New town, new school, new friends. Here, no one will be looking for us. No one will know that we have killed to survive. No one will know that the my brother and I aren't human. That was the plan anyway. We didn't bank on them finding us so quickly. “Stop being pathetic wolf girl. You lost, you think I give a shit? Look at me; if you don’t then I can’t even help you save your own worthless life. Not that I really care either way but...” “She was your mother wasn’t she?” She raised her head and those large grey eyes met mine. I froze. “I didn’t realise until you came in just now. You have the same eyes as her.” She muttered. “Did you kill her?” I asked; the words came out hoarse. She nodded; I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I always thought I would know what to say to my mother’s killer when I met them. But I always imagined a boy my age, a mini Jonathon Grey look alike who would stare me down and then I’d kill him. I never thought I would be standing in a cell looking down at a beautiful, battered teenage girl who confesses because she recognizes my eyes.
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You're staring again," he murmured without looking up. "I'm not," I said, even though we both knew I was. He turned his head slightly, those blue eyes flicking toward me - calm, calculating, and just a little amused. "Then stop memorizing my face." "Maybe I'm just trying to figure you out." "Good luck," he said quietly. "I haven't even figured myself out yet." Naomi didn't mean to notice him - the quiet boy who spoke like every word cost him something, whose hands looked like they'd learned to hold both violence and tenderness in the same breath. But Samuel Kings had a gravity to him, the kind that pulled you in before you even realized you were falling. His twin, Samantha, was the opposite - sharp, poised, and frighteningly still. She didn't speak unless necessary, and when she did, it was like a scalpel - clean, precise, and leaving a mark. "Emotions are a weakness," she told Naomi once . "Then why do you look sad every time he smiles?" Naomi asked. Samantha's gaze lingered for a moment too long before she turned away. "Because I know how it ends." The Kings twins arrived like a storm no one saw coming. They were beautiful, strange, and impossible to ignore. And for Naomi - the scholarship girl just trying to survive another session - they changed everything. One moment she was laughing with her best friend under the sun, and the next she was standing in the rain, realizing her heart had started keeping time with his. You make everything complicated," she whispered. "You make everything matter," he replied. But beneath the quiet smiles and the charged glances, there were secrets - The kings weren't running from trouble; trouble followed them like a shadow. "You can't save me, Naomi." "Then I'll stay with you until you save yourself." "You shouldn't." "I already did." Because some people don't just change your story; they rewrite it entirely. He was ink, she was light. Together they left star shaped like constellations

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