Page 60 of From Angel to Rogue

CHAPTER 16

KATY

“Who are you?” A sweet voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

My gaze left the dancing trees to look up at a little boy wearing a white buttoned shirt and tiny blue slacks peering at me curiously.

“I’m Katy,” I whispered.

“I’m Luka,” he muttered, his brown hair swaying with the wind. “Mr. Matty asked me to go talk to you. I don’t know why,” he said, taking the seat beside me.

“Is that so?” My eyes met my twin, who had his eyes trained on us.

Concern shined in his green eyes as he slid us a small smile before returning his attention to Sierra, who was wreaking havoc with the other kids.

We had taken a day trip to Sierra and Raphy’s hometown, Iona, which was an hour upstate of New York. My brother, being the good, honest man he was, volunteered at a local home for children here every week and taught them to play drums among other things.

Since I was staying with them and had nothing better to do, I tagged along too.

My brother was skeptical about bringing me here, knowing my condition, but none of this bothered me. I was actually glad I came here.

“Yes.” Luka’s soft voice brought my eyes back to him. He had mousy brown hair that was tousled like beautiful chocolate waves. His pouty pink lips, button nose, and pudgy cheeks made him too adorable.

But his precious brown eyes didn’t have the sparkle that a kid his age should have. Instead, they held emptiness. A kind of emptiness that I wanted to fill with nothing but joy and happiness for some reason.

“Don’t you want to play?” I asked Luka.

After Matty’s little drum lesson that led to nowhere with a bunch of mischievous kids, Matty decided to make the best of the weather and announced it was playtime.

For the past ten minutes, I had been settled in a soft patch of grass in the backyard, watching the kids run around with Sierra and Matty with giggles and glowing eyes.

“No, I don’t play. I’m small for my age so I will only slow them down,” he mumbled solemnly.

My heart swelled. “Well, do you see Matty there?” I pointed at my brother, who acted like a zombie monster, and Sierra, the commander tasked to put him down.

He nodded adorably.

“He used to be so much smaller than you when he was your age. But look at him now. He’s so tall and strong.”

“Really?” Luka’s brows pinched. “How do you know?”

“He’s my twin.”

“What’s a twin?”

Oh, there went my heart.“Like a brother, but instead of being born year or years apart, we were born at the same time.”

My answer only confused him more. “How is that possible?”

Hmm, how do I answer that without saying something wrong to a child? “You’ll know when you grow up,” I said, and that seemed to satisfy him.

“How old?”

“Well, how old are you now?”

“I’m six now.” He held up seven of his fingers.

I couldn’t help but smile at that.

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