Poppy’s POV

I force a laugh that I know doesn’t quite reach my eyes whilst I scan each window for any sign of someone watching me.

“Protectors?” I repeat lightly. “You make it sound dramatic. I don’t have a superhero squad.”

The twins don’t laugh. They exchange a brief look; it’s quick, silent, loaded, and suspicious. I hate that they can see through me.

“Phoenix is keeping a close eye on you,” the shorter haired one says. “They must really care about ...