CHAPTER 8 | Aiden
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The stove clock has just clicked over to 7:40 A.M. when I hear Parker pull into the stable yard. That orange monstrosity of hers backfires, startling me and momentarily distracting the twins from trying to kill each other. They run to the wide windows that overlook the yard and peer out.
“She came back,” Brody says, sounding surprised.
I take another sip of my coffee and wish it were something harder. “Brody, swear to Christ, if you run this one off, I will ground you until you’re thirty—until you’re dead, understand?”
Neither of them turns around. If anything, they press their noses closer to the glass, leaving smears and watching Parker with interest. “Thirty’s already dead,” Brody says at last.
My left eye starts to twitch again and I press my thumb to i
