Lia

Yes, the twins.

Gemma and Rowan were stretched out like cats in the sun, completely content, like this bizarre, magical realm was their vacation spot instead of a twisted trial ground. Rowan had even braided a flower crown from some glowing vine-thing we’d found nearby and was now trying to convince Colby to wear it.

“You’ll look majestic,” I said, laughing.

“I’ll look ridiculous,” Colby replied, though he didn’t move away. “Also, it’s glowing. That can’t be ...