"If it makes you feel any better, it's pretty sucky for me, too," Mark's voice sounded from behind. Noah and I groaned simultaneously, observing Bryce's reaction amidst the crowded cafeteria.
"Hey, Mark," Bryce greeted, giving him a wink.
"What do you want?" Noah growled. Mark pulled up a chair, flipped it around, and sat beside me, leaning against the backrest as if preparing for a serious conversation. I rolled my eyes.
"I just wanted to warn you guys about Max and Mia," Mark offered his help, although we were hesitant to accept it. I still didn't trust him, and Noah felt the same way. Noah rolled his eyes again, and the attention shifted to Mark. "They're planning something big together with Alexander, possibly a siege or another kidnapping, and if—" Mark paused, licking his chapped lips, and gestured towards Claire. "She doesn't know, does she?" 
"No, you idiot. She doesn't know about our powers." Noah snapped in our heads. Mark's eyebrow rose. Nice job. Fortunately, she was focused on playing footsies with me, so I played along.
"Mark, I have a family full of cops," Noah grumbled. Mark huffed, annoyed with Noah. His eyes landed on Bryce, and his demeanor softened against the chair.
"Never mind," he said, taking a deep breath. He chuckled with bitter disbelief. Then, Mark stood up and turned the chair around. "See you around, Knight," he patted my shoulder and walked away. Who did Mark think he was? Maybe he was reconsidering his actions. Maybe he had a heart, after all.
"What was that about?" Noah asked. Bryce shrugged, and I pushed my tray away, losing my appetite.
"I don't even want to know," I replied. My eyes wandered to Mark, who sat with Madison, Dylan, and Easton. The nerve of that guy. They didn't seem bothered when he joined them, which worried me. But they also didn't know what was happening on our side of the family.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Bryce asked his brother. Noah froze, staring at Bryce before tapping his temple. I played footsies under the table with Claire, giving her a quick smile.
"I'll tell you later," he said. Sebastian glared at us from his seat. All four of us looked at him, and he approached, his chest puffed out as cheerleaders and football jocks cheered him on.
"Kick their asses," one boy shouted as Sebastian stopped before Noah, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"She doesn't know about you, dorks," he asked, gesturing to Claire, then resting his hands on Noah's shoulders, squeezing tightly.
"I'm Noah, you idiot," Noah growled, and Sebastian released him. Bryce rolled his eyes.
"I don't care which twin you are," Sebastian taunted. Everyone's attention shifted from their food to our table. "Why don't I reveal who you guys are?"
Sebastian stepped toward Bryce, who clenched his fists. "I'd step back if I were you."
"Why? Because you're going to hurt me?" Sebastian chuckled.
Mark stood behind Sebastian, towering over him by a few inches. "No, but I will." Mark shoved Sebastian against the table beside Bryce, holding him firmly in place and challenging him momentarily. Mark garnered glares from the other boys and girls at the table, their phones capturing the scene. Then, Mark pulled Sebastian away from the table and swung a punch, connecting with Sebastian's chin.
"Son of a bitch," Sebastian stumbled a few feet back, holding his jaw as blood and drool escaped his mouth. Mark pushed him against a nearby table and forcefully slammed Sebastian's head into the faux wood surface. He lay there, unconscious, looking strangely peaceful in slumber. Students briefly stared at us before returning to their meals.