RIGGS POV
Goddess, I loved the fire burning in this girl.
And the steady, controlled panic of her twin.
My fire.
My ocean.
My mates.
Two halves of a storm that had somehow chosen me to stand in the center of it.
Rebecca, all heat and danger, looked ready to tear the world apart if anyone gave her a reason.
Rachele, quieter, steadier, but with that flicker in her eyes — the kind that came before lightning struck.
Together, they made the air hum around me.
So damn cute.
Both of them.
Both ready to pick up a fight for me — against their own flesh and blood.
Not that I would ever let them.
“Easy there, tiger,” I said, stepping forward and scooping Rebecca right off her feet before she could throw another verbal dagger in my defense.
She yelped, a mix of indignation and thrill, h
