“Okay, but the real reason I brought you here...” He paused, dramatic as ever. “I need you to help me lie to Mom.”
“Remember the bookshop incident?” Kian asked, tilting his head.
“Only if you don’t cover for me.” Kian flashed that grin again—the one that had gotten them out of trouble since kindergarten. “Come on, brother. Your tongue got us into this. Now it’s got to get us out.”
That grin meant trouble.
“I’m a mirror,” Kian corrected, stealing a sip from Kaelen’s coffee just to watch him grimace. “I just reflect the ridiculous things that fall out of your mouth.”