My brother Alex came to the door, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. I quickly explained my suspicion that Seth and I were being targeted by Damon because we were meant to replace him. Alex burst into laughter, dismissing my theory.
"That position wouldn’t go to you, a mere girl," he chuckled, and I punched him hard in the arm. "At least I carry the Plath birthmark, none of you do," I growled bitterly. Alex paused, his laughter fading as he apologized. Seth came to my side, curious about the mark I mentioned.
"It's on the lower left side and looks like the Lockwood star constellation," I explained. Seth looked intrigued, and then he burst out laughing.
"Lockwood? My last name is Lockwood! Maybe it's fate," he said, trying to lighten the mood. I pinched his side, asking if he
