Wheeling Gull Isle The Twin Thing

Judah wasn’t tired; Judah was excited. He had his Mal back!

It didn’t matter if he’d not be able to even shut his eyes, he was going to heed any suggestion made by his brother with burning enthusiasm, and he did so, nosing his big head in between Mal’s forearms until he was tucked up into a plush silver belly. He’d never felt safer than playing little spoon to his twin brother, and in that feeling alone he was able to drift into slumber.

Though it was not peaceful. It was filled with nightmares.