Francesca looked at the man who was stood beside Jonas a little more objectively now she knew he was a nephew rather than a brother.
His eyes were startling and extraordinarily beautiful, but other than that he was tall, and she thought he was rather attractive. She had assumed he was a similar age to her when she thought he was Jonas’ brother, but now she thought he was probably younger. Perhaps as young as twenty, but more likely somewhere in his mid-twenties.
His hands were tattooed with symbols she recognized from some of the album covers in her brother’s old bedroom, and he was dressed in the same kind of grungy, fark clothing that Robin had always favored.
It made it difficult for her to read him - he looked similar to Jonas, but he dressed like Robin, and he had similar taste to
