Twenty-Four
Audrey
The man by the door looked up and our eyes met—and his entire body gave an odd sort of jolt.
I stared at him for two long seconds before I looked up at the man who still had his arms around me. They were identical.
“L-Liam?” I whispered.
It was an odd sort of sensation—like I was halfway floating above my own body, looking down at myself and the two men who looked so much alike that for a moment I thought I was seeing double.
The man whose grasp I was in turned halfway to see what I’d spotted—and froze, the color in his faze draining.
“Louis?” the redhead by the door asked, his brows locked in a frown that suggested he, too, wasn’t quite comprehending the situation. “What are you—” His eyes slid over me again, and his voice broke off.
“W-what… what’s going on?” I
