Nathaniel grimaced. Something was not right. He touched his chest over his heart.
Zachary's head snapped to his younger twin. He knew something was wrong. He stood up ready to come to his brother's aid.
Nathaniel felt his chest tighten. He did not have asthma attacks often. His mouth turned down into a frown.
His eyes flicked between gold and blue. The veins in his hands and arms became more prominent.
His features hardened. His head cocked to the side with a slightly crazed look.
Zachary sucked in a quick, quiet breath. He worriedly glanced at his brother. All he knew was that someone was about to get hurt.
The house shuddered to a stop. The lights flickered. Nathaniel looked around and stood up.
A deadly aura surrounded the space around him. Walking through the quiet house as he headed to the courtyard, his fists clenched.
Zachary walked behind him on high alert. The two men walked into the courtyard.
