The people were so rowdy, many of them drunk already. A few who had passed out were being attended to by servants. A handsome man stalked over to us. He was not as impressive as Alto but he had to be from the same lineage, same eyes, same hair though beardless and similar robes. He was a more boyish version of Alto.
“Brother, congratulations on your beautiful bride!” He said in a silky deep voice.
The brothers touched foreheads.
“Thank you, Oleander,” said Alto.
Oleander smiled but it did not reach his eyes. They were the coldest green I’d ever seen.
“Luna and Mother Georgianna,” said Oleander with a little bow to me.
I sniffed and looked away from him in distaste. He sneered. Alto seemed not to notice this brief unpleasant exchange.
“Ollie!” Said Alto, slapping the cheeks of his y
