I shook my head and put on my best stern, disappointed face. “This is really immature. You need to stop.”
I could tell he wanted to strangle me. The feeling was mutual. But I was having too much fun with this game to stop.
Crimson pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t care. You two can continue this argument elsewhere.”
Saffron was about to launch into round two when Taylor exited the bedroom with Ruby in his arms. He raised a brow at the trio of dragon brothers.
“Do you need some baby therapy?” Taylor asked.
That deflated Saffron’s anger like a popped balloon. He nodded and reached for Ruby. Taylor smiled as he handed the kid over, like he knew he’d just instantly resolved a conflict.
“You’re the cutest cutie ever, aren’t you?” Saffron cooed at Ruby.
I noticed Crimson watching me closely. Shit. I loved my nieces and nephews, but I wasn’t as overly schmoopy as Saffron. Was that my tell?
“Gimme that baby,” I demanded.
Saffron glared at me while cuddling Ruby closer, but surprisingly relented and passed him over.
I grinned as Ruby babbled and grabbed my shirt. I had to admit, holding babies was awesome. Maybe Saffron had a point.
“Trying something new?” Taylor asked, glancing at our matching heads. He couldn’t tell us apart, either.
“No,” Saffron grumbled.
“Okay.” Taylor shrugged, ready to drop the point. He didn’t seem to care which one of us was which. “So, how about the Games? Are you two excited?”
Crimson crossed his arms. “Don’t bother making small talk with them, kitten. They’re in their own little world.”
“No,” Saffron said as if Crimson hadn’t spoken.
Ten minutes ago, my answer would’ve been ‘no’, too. But things had changed now that I’d discovered this new power.
“Yes, I’m so excited,” I said chipperly. “I can’t wait to find my mate.”
Gag. Total lie. Kids were cute and all, but I didn’t want my own—and I sure as fuck didn’t want some guy attached to my hip.
Some guy who wasn’t my twin, anyway.
But my lie worked. Taylor smiled at me as if I was Saffron, the twin hungry for romance, now finally getting his opportunity to find love.
Meanwhile, the real Saffron was fuming. The arrogant part of me was glad for it. The deeper part of my heart hurt to seehim upset—but right now, it was buried under the layers of smug satisfaction.
“What’s your problem?”Saffron demanded when we were alone in our room.
I slipped onto the couch, kicking up my feet on the armrest. “Don’t have one.”
“What was that shit you pulled earlier, pretending to be me? It’s not funny.”
“Not trying to be.”
Scowling like a pissed-off dog, Saffron grabbed my ankles and shoved them out of the way.
“Hey!” I complained.
He assumed his spot on the couch, still glowering. “Answer me. Is it because I wouldn’t tell you about the phone thing?”
My stomach flipped. That wasn’t why, but it was part of the slew of problems.
