POV: Hope
The bad man's thoughts were loud and scary in my head.
Take the omega brat first. She's the most dangerous.
I grabbed Hunter's hand and squeezed tight. "They want to hurt Mama," I whispered.
"I know," my twin brother said. His healing light was already starting to glow around his fingers. "We have to stop them."
Marcus Blackwood stood in our living room with his mean helpers. They all smelled like lies and anger. Mama was trying to be brave, but I could feel her fear like cold water in my tummy.
"Don't be scared, children," Marcus said in his fake-nice voice. "We're here to help you."
But his thoughts said different things. Bad things about taking us away forever.
"He's lying, Mama," I said, pointing at Marcus.
"Hope, shh," Mama whispered.
"No! He thinks we're weapons. He wants to lock us up and study us like bugs!"
Marcus's eyes got big and surprised. "She's reading minds already? At three years old?"
"Among other things," one of his helpers said nervously.
