Red devil horns and a white angel halo. “For you, dear brother.” He tosses Beckett the angel. “And you.” He throws Charlie the devil horns. While Beckett easily catches his, Charlie never reaches out, and the devil horns drop to the floor at his feet. “They’re backwards,” I murmur to myself—very, very quietly, I might add. But Xander is close enough to hear, and he scrunches his face at me like I’ve lost sense of reality. No one would call Beckett a devil and his twin the angel. No one but I guess myself. He bends closer to whisper, “Did Charlie put a hex on you or something?” “Not that I’m
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