Chapter 64

“Oh my gosh, it’s so cute that you two hang out,” said one buxom wench in a green corset. “Aren’t you, like, stepbrothers or something?”

“Cousins,” Julian said.

“Adopted,” Christian added. “We share zero genetic similarity. Thank God.”

“That’s funny,” said one of the other face painters, a chubby man in a kilt, “since you actually do look alike.”

He was right, though Julian had mostly managed to avoid thinking of it in those terms. He and Christian had the same delicate sort of features, slim build, and bright blue eyes. In the sunlight, Christian even had a bit of red in his hair. They could have passed for brothers without question.

Rafi, he saw, was looking back and forth between Julian and Christian with his brow knitted, as if wondering at the odd coincidence of Uncle Eddie adopting a son so much like his nephew.

Coincidence. It’s a coincidence.Julian hurried them along.