Roran shrugged. “We were yelling.”
Rilen nodded. “It was a big fight.”
Roran scratched his head innocently. “We were still pretty young and dumb. We weren’t supposed to be over here anyway, and it’s probably better that they did get our names wrong. We didn’t come back after that.”
While his brother was talking, Rilen had taken my tablet and tapped on it. He swore a few times but eventually got the screen he wanted to display.
The map looked like a boot, and it was kicking the small island at its tip. Rilen was pointingto a specific spot with a star in the center near the water and the wordRomewritten next to it.
“A capital of a country?”
“Mm, we read some more.” The cough from Roran was pure embarrassment. “I read some about it when we got here because I was curious. It’s not just a capital. It was the seat of one of the most powerful empires this world has ever seen.”
“Kind of messed up on that one,” Rilen said.
“So how did it get the name Rome?”
“They thought our names were Romulus and Remus,” Roran answered. “As I said, we were shouting a lot and very loudly.”
I stabbed the screen. “That’s a hell of a mistake to make.”
With a shrug, Rilen agreed. “We were really good at making mistakes. As we all are as younger versions of ourselves.”
“Once we realized how we messed up, we just stayed away from the temptation of that doorway.” A simple swipe cleared the screen Roran was holding.
“The point,” Rilen cut in, “is that we shouldn’t interfere unless we’re given specific direction on how we should do it. We’re merely visitors here, and I don’t want to have another city named after my stupid brother.”
“It’s not my fault you can’t fight.”
“It’s not my fault you threw rotten fruit, and I slipped in it!”
“It’s not my fault you can’t look and fight.”
“You fight dirty.”
Roran was honestly shocked. “Is there any other way to fight with a sibling except dirty?”
Rilen wanted to argue but snapped his jaw shut. “No. I won’t allow you to bait me. Go…away. Do something else besides bother me.” He flipped his hand toward the other side of the room.
“Show me how to use this walking contraption?” I pointed to the treadmill in the corner. “I feel stagnant sitting here, doing nothing.”
Considering me for a moment, he shook his head. “You cannot use this in that outfit. You need other pants. What did Gwen call it? Sportswear.”
“Sportswear?”
That sounded… uncomfortable.
* * *
“Sweet S’Kir, these are so comfortable!”
Both twins were staring at me, eyes wide and jaws unhinged.
“What?”
Slow, Roran turned and looked at his brother. “What is she wearing?”
“Leggings and a…um…sports bra, I think.”
