Third person’s POV

The twins sit cross-legged on the soft carpet of Dean’s bedroom, the city lights flickering like stars outside the tall windows of the penthouse as the evening settles in, wrapping the world in a golden haze before the night fully takes over. Dean fiddles with the corner of his school notebook, his mind buzzing with a restless kind of energy that will not let him sit still, while Daniella leans against the side of the bed, her chin propped on her small hands, her wide ...