“He is with me,” Noah said, clasping Luke’s shoulders. Ophelia narrowed her eyes, carefully inspecting the two men. She noticed how they were close in height despite the age gap. Luke is three years younger than Noah, yet he is already catching up to him. Not to mention that Luke still didn’t come of age. She couldn’t help but doubt the friendliness going on between them. “You know,” Ophelia said, touching her hip. “It’s hard to believe that you were both at each other’s throats just a few days ago.”“Same goes for you,” Noah said, smirking as he lifted one of his brows. “You shot your brother, might I remind you.” “Wait a minute,” Luke exclaimed, his eyes dilated as he raised a hand to pause the conversation. “Ophelia you – you shot me?!” Ophelia shifted her weight from one leg to another, her brows flinching as she said, “Oh, I did. Right after you stabbed Noah.” “I stabbed you!?” Luke said, quickly turning sideways to look at Noah, who was also avoiding him. Noah might have for
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