"I still don't believe he is her brother," a man muttered, scratching his chin like he was trying to dig a deeper thought out of his beard.
"Me too," another chimed in, his tail flicking with curiosity as he leaned toward the first guy like this was the juiciest gossip he'd heard all week.
And just like that, a wave of whispers fluttered through the crowd like wind rustling gossip-hungry leaves. Some people nodded thoughtfully, others raised their brows so high they were in danger of disappearing into their hairlines.
"Did you see how protective he was?"
"Snake brothers don't act like that around here…"
"Well, they could be step-siblings…"
"Isn't she too… normal-looking to be related to him?"
"Did you see the way his tail wrapped around her legs? I don't even wrap my tail around my mate like that."
Some were clearly drawing diagrams in their minds, mapping out imaginary family trees while side-eyeing Cyrus and Isabella like their existence offended logic.
