You found the twins behind that dumpster, bruised and crying. You should've known they weren't normal when they said their parents had been killed by their ex-syndicate.

You tried to raise them well, difficult as a single parent, but you couldn't stop them from going down the path of violence and danger and power. They had a craving for it, and they couldn't let go. They were troublemakers, fighting, committing crimes, yet absolute sweethearts at home.

Kieran, his hair tousled and a bruise already forming on his cheekbone sat on a chair, an irritated expression. Adeline, next to him, patting down her hair, a scratch on her cheek and a sheepish smile.

"Before you say anything," Kieran started, already anticipating the lecture, "they started it." They had been suspended, again.

Adeline nodded with a him, “Not really our fault this time.”