That was all Sol needed. She stomped on his instep, twisted free, and tackled her sister behind a fountain. Security swarmed. Esteban was arrested. The coup crumbled.
Sol smiled. “Same time tomorrow?”
“You were about to be kidnapped,” Luna replied, pulling bobby pins from her hair. “The game changes.” Juego de Gemelas
It was Luna. But she wasn’t coming to save her sister. She was holding the remote for the fireworks in one hand, and a small taser in the other.
Esteban pulled her toward a black car. “The other one will come for you. And when she does, I’ll have both.” That was all Sol needed
Esteban looked from the girl in his grip to the girl in silver. For one second, his grip loosened.
That night, Sol woke to find Luna shaking her. “He knows,” Luna hissed. “Esteban. He bugged the study. He’s not a businessman. He’s the opposition. He’s planning a coup, and he wants us as leverage.” Esteban was arrested
But Esteban had forgotten one thing about the Juego de Gemelas . It wasn’t about tricking others. It was about knowing each other better than anyone else in the world.