Hazel Moreau
"I see you've met my brother."
The words didn't make sense at first. My brain was still foggy from whatever had hit me, and my vision kept blurring in and out of focus. But as I blinked up at the face hovering above me, the differences became clearer.
This wasn't Killian.
The eyes were the same color, but they held a coldness that Killian's never had, at least not toward me. The jawline was identical, but where Killian's face showed strength and dominance, this man's showed plain cruelty. They looked so similar it was uncanny but also different.
"Who are you?" I tried to ask, but my throat was so dry the word came out as a croak.
"Klaus," he said, straightening up and taking a step back. "Killian's twin brother. Though I'm definitely the better-looking one."
Twin. Killi
