The helicopter set down hard in the clearing, snow whipping up in a white wall that stung my eyes. Kairo pulled me back against the tree line without a word, his hand still locked around my wrist.
Two men in black jumped out first, scanning the trees. Then a third man stepped down.
Dark coat. Unhurried. Like the cold didn't touch him.
For one full second, my brain simply refused the information.
Not similar. Not close enough to be brothers, the way people sometimes said about siblings. The same. Same jaw, same build, same way of standing like he already knew how the ground would hold his weight. My eyes went from the man in the clearing to the man beside me and back, twice, three times.
Neither resolved into the stranger.
Beside me, Kairo had stopped breathing. His hand had gone stil
