“Who are they? They look alike.” Diana asked, a note of enthrallment in her voice.

But why wouldn’t she be enthralled? The boys still looked as hot as ever! The difference was that I felt no crush for them, just a hatred as deep as the ocean.

“Maya, aren’t you going to say something?” Diana asked, and I soughed. The girl was really determined to know them. “I know you know who they are. Can't you tell me?”

I stretched my hand toward her, aware of the furrow in her eyes, but knowing that she understood what I wanted.

Hesitantly, as if not sure, she dipped her hand into her...