Asher

"Ash! Ash!" Caleb summoned me, flailing his arms and legs in a fit of protest.

"Calm down, little man," I said, grinning softly. The sharp, insistent way he called my name never failed to amuse me. Of the three brothers, he had turned out to be the most mischievous—the most playful and the first to master basic milestones like talking and walking.

Adrian, by contrast, was quite reserved and observant, while Jason fell somewhere in between; he often matched Caleb’s high energy but ...