Chapter Twenty Six

FLETCHER POV

There’s nothing quite like being home, nothing smells like it. My feet crunch against the fallen leaves littering my parents’ property. I left Xander alone with Nora’s ex. They’re hanging out in the shed at the furthest corner, far away from the main house where my younger siblings live.

I pass the tire swing, which hangs from the oak tree in our front yard. “Guys, Fletcher’s home!” Ezra calls out, jumping up from the rocking chair. His twin, Emerson barreling out the front door. At seventeen, they’re nearly as tall as me and bulky little shits. Before I know what’s happening, three more sets of twins emerge from Goddess knows where. Without warning, I am bombarded with questions from nosey ass younger siblings.

As the only non-twin, single child, and the oldest, it could feel pretty lonely sometime. Until my parents adopted Xander and then it wasn’t as much.

“Did Xander come with you? Did his Luna come too?”

“Did you bring Charity? Is it true she survived a force shift?”