Right after Grayson notices his mess up, he slowly walks backward with his hands in front of him. Huxley and I have the same idea since we both take a step forward at the same time which causes Grayson to look at us creeped out and alert at the same time. I will admit that I think that Huxley is my twin who was born almost two years after me. We always move at the same time when we do certain things, which could be a result of us training together the most. Taking another step toward Grayson together, I see him tense the muscles on his right leg. Just as he goes to run for it, Huxley and I tackle him to the ground and hold him in place. Huxley has Grayson's legs as I sit on his back with his arms pinned to his sides.
"Now, little brother, explain why you didn't inform the Ivanovs of the full process of our training," I tell him as he tries to wiggle and throw me off.
