Justin’s middle siblings appeared at his elbows, forming a dark-haired identical frame. Most of the family looked alike, though Justin’s siblings came minus a demon parent and with the addition of extra Filipino DNA; they all had similar builds and expressions and chins. The twins were extra-interchangeable, deliberately so, and proud of it. They’d approved of Kris ever since he’d correctly guessed Andy versus Eddie on the first try.
Empathic talents were probably cheating. But then again they’d probably approve of that too.
Andy said, “He’s excited.”
Eddie said, “He’s thinking about you. And a surprise for later.”
Kris said, “No eavesdropping.” The twins were also frankly frighteningly powerful telepaths, though only when in each other’s vicinity.
“We’re not.” Teenage hands waved in unison. “We just wanted you to know.”
“He loves you.”
“He really does.”
“And also everything’s safe and no one here feels anything but good.”
“We thought you’d want to know that too.”