The Secret Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back
Not identically, not in a way that would stop a room—their faces were their own, their features arranged differently—but there was something, some quality in the structure of them, some similarity in the way they held themselves, in the specific sharpness of their attention when they were looking at something carefully.
Something that rhymed, if not quite matched.
"Can I see your watch?" Rhysand asked.
Rhysian extended his wrist. Rhysand examined it with the focused attention of someone who took watches seriously. Then he held out his own.
They were the same model. The same version, even—not the standard one, but the specific variant that had the extended GPS range and the encrypted message