Theo’s POV
Cameron's eyes linger on me for a moment, analyzing my face, just as I do with him.
In a way, I know him. I've seen his image in interviews, videos and photographs, but he doesn't know anything about me. To this day, he didn't even know he had an older brother.
It's strange to have him in front of me. Cameron's hair is more blond than reddish, a trait I assume he got from his father, as Mom was a redhead, like me. His jawline is slightly sharper than mine and he has thinner lips. We both possess, however, the same green eyes, albeit in different shades, the same tawny hair and broad shoulders, framing a tall, sculpted body.
A grimace curves his lips for a moment, as if she doesn't know what to think of me. Then he fixes his attention on the Baroness, who has stood up and who looks at him with a mixture of anxiety and astonishment.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.