I had taken up position where Dylan had been, watching out the blinds for any sign of movement or imminent attacks. So far, all was quiet. I kept checking my phone for any updates from Dylan, I really hoped he was okay and hadn’t run into any trouble. As much as he frustrated me at times, he was my brother and my best friend. We had always been together, always watched over one another. Times like this, when we were apart and threats were a possibility, it left me with an uneasy feeling.
I looked over at Rose, she was stirring in her sleep. She looked as beautiful asleep as she did awake, it was hard to gaze at her without a weird, warm sensation in my chest. What was this female doing to me? What was she doing to us? Dylan and I had always had completely different tastes in women, bu
