Luna laughed—a real, tired, wonderful laugh. “Always.”
Luna’s eyes glittered. “We play the Juego .”
The plan was insane. They would switch places permanently. Sol, the outgoing one, would become Luna, the quiet strategist. Luna would become Sol, the decoy. They would feed Esteban false information, lure him into a trap, and give their mother the evidence she needed. Juego de Gemelas
That was the secret of the Juego de Gemelas . They never played to win against each other. They played to win for each other. And in a world of enemies and lies, that was the only rule that mattered.
“What do we do?” Sol asked.
Sol smiled. “Same time tomorrow?”
Luna had a math test she hadn’t studied for. Sol, her identical twin, had a art project she’d rather burn than present. In the bathroom mirror, they made a pact. Luna laughed—a real, tired, wonderful laugh
“You were about to be kidnapped,” Luna replied, pulling bobby pins from her hair. “The game changes.”