I stared in disbelief, my gaze darting between the two identical men standing on opposite sides of the room. My heart hammered against my ribcage as my brain struggled to process what my eyes were seeing.
"What the hell is going on?" I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
The Arthur by the window—the one who'd just been on the phone with his grandmother—smirked. The expression looked wrong on Arthur's face, too casual, too smug.
The Arthur in the doorway stepped forward, his face hard as stone. "Step away from her."
"Come now, brother," the imposter said, his voice a perfect match for Arthur's deep timbre. "That's no way to greet family."
Brother? My mind reeled. Arthur had never mentioned having a twin.
"Elara," the Arthur in the doorway said firmly, never taking his eyes off his duplicate, "come here."
