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Julian
Weston. Wright.
I froze at those words, my eyes widening. For one of the few times in my life, I had nothing to say. I had no idea where to even begin.
Because Weston hadn’t included a picture in that original email. That might have been enough to convince me that he might be who he said he was. We didn’t look identical. Not by a long shot. Not like me and Jor. But we had the same stature, the same dark hair and eyes, the same presence. That was all I could describe it as.
“Sorry about this,” Weston said immediately. “I didn’t mean to barge in on your party. I didn’t know that this would be going on.”
“What are you doing here?” I managed to get out.
“Well, I sent you and your brother an email a few weeks ago.”
“We received it.”
Weston startled at those words. He looked s
