I turn and face them. “I’m not your brother. Don’t you want to do this stuff, you know…without me?” They all fold their arms across their chests and tip their heads the same direction. It’s beyond weird. And also…shit, it’s kind of endearing. “So that right there,” Oliver says, “is exactly why we need today.” Viggo pins me with his sharp stare. “Somewhere along the way, you forgot the day you became Freya’s, you became ours, too.” Ah, man. My eyes blur with tears. I stare down at my feet and blink them away as I clear my throat.
