Third POV
They could definitely see why the rogues had mistook him for one of them. Even with his bruised and swollen face, they could easily tell that he had the exact same features.
But one thing was for sure, this definitely could not be Leonard, their uncle. He was the wrong age. He couldn’t be more than a year or two older than them.
The theory that this Leo was their cousin was starting to look more and more plausible. If they hadn’t known better, they would’ve thought this was their fourth brother. The resemblance was uncanny.
Levi tightened his grip again, anger flowing back. “I don’t care who you are. Where’s Hazel? Her scent is all over you!”
“Levi, wait,” Liam said, pointing at Leo’s torso. “He’s badly injured. Look at those stitches—they’re coming apart.”
Lucas moved closer, examining the bloodstained bandages. “The wounds are healing too slowly. Those wounds were probably caused by silver.”
