My Delicate Destruction: Book One of the Wolfegang Series Read Online Free

That woman irritated him. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard.
    His foot jiggled and his eyes never left his twin’s face. She was deathly pale, and if he hadn’t been paying such close attention he would have thought she wasn’t breathing.
    Kris tried to forget the look on Kevin’s face when he brought her in. He hated him for hurting Kat when he broke her heart years before. Now Kevin stood by helplessly, looking scared as he watched the nurses and doctors hook Kris’ twin up to machines and IVs. Seeing a huge guy like that afraid was disconcerting. Kevin was probably somehow blaming himself.
    Kris knew that look. People looked at him like that, ever since he was diagnosed with cancer. They looked at him like they just knew there was nothing they could do and that he wasn’t going to make it. Kat never looked at him like that.
    Kris was afraid, but he would never let her see it. She was the one who was supposed to live. He knew he was going to die one day soon, but he could not handle knowing his sister might share his fate.
    His leg jiggled faster.
    He would take care of her and she would get better. She would live and he would live through her until it was his time. He knew his thoughts were morbid, but when you had doctors telling you that you weren’t going to make it for five years, you get used to the idea of death.
    But not her. Never her.
    Kat was his best friend, his sister, his twin, his other half. Some people think that twins have a bond that’s like no other. They were fraternal twins; but their DNA coding was only a chromosome or two off from being identical, and they looked as similar as a set of one boy and one girl could look.
    She was a few inches shorter, but not by much, her hair was a touch darker than his and long. She was strong, not one of those stick-thin girls, but her bone structure was almost delicate. He saw his face in hers, though her lips were fuller. They had identical eyes, a rare grey that changed in intensity. Some days they were clear like a calm overcast day, and some days they were dark and nasty storm clouds. There were times when they could speak without talking.
    He would never let her die if he had something to say about it.
    His gaze fell on their mother and father. Kris was furious at their parents, if only they had paid more attention. Grandfather was the only one who saw both of them sliding away, trying to lose reality, anything to hide from the constant yelling and fighting. He was always there when they needed to talk.
    If only Grandfather was here now. He would make this all right. But he wasn’t. So Kris would do it himself. He would make sure that Kat was taken care of.
    “Stop that,” his father snapped.
    Kris stilled his leg. He hated his father. He hated how he had cheated and broken their family apart. He hated that he was the reason Kris lost his belief in love and marriage.
    His eyes fastened on the IV again, and he watched the fluid slowly drip from the bag into the tube. She would wake up. He knew she would. He would wait here forever if he had to. In his heart he knew they were still children holding onto the belief of magic…if she lived so would he, she told him, because they were twins. Now it was his turn to be the one to pull her back from the edge, as she had for him so many times.
     

There was a beeping noise that sounded far away. I felt so confused; I couldn’t remember what had happened, and I didn’t know where I was. My throat felt raw, as if I had been screaming for hours.
    I cracked an eye open. The light was way too bright; I shut my eye against the burning glare and lifted my hand up to move the hair out of my face. Something pulled back as I moved; I looked and saw a tube sticking out of my hand.
    “I think she’s awake,” I heard someone whisper.
    I looked over to see my parents, and Kris. A nurse leaned over me to adjust my IV.
    “The doctor will be with you in a minute,” she told us. “Would you like some