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pointed out, “says we were twins. No mention of a third party.”
    Someone was playing them. Someone witchy. They’d been talking about it all weekend, trying to figure it out. Now, standing in front of Cam’s school locker Monday afternoon, the debate continued.
    “Could it be a clone then?” Cam said. They’d gotten that far in their thinking. “Someone going around trying to make me believe she’s you — and then impersonating me when you and I are not in the same room. But how?”
    “And who? And why?” Alex added. “And what am I supposed to have done today?”
    The twins had called a tentative truce Sunday night so they could check out some of the reading material they’d rescued from the green garbage bag — which Alex had insisted she’d never seen before. She also, she’d claimed, had no intention of quitting, of ducking out on their Initiation, no matter what Cam had hallucinated.
    “You insulted Bree at lunch,” Cam reported. “She was bragging about how valuable her advice was to her father and how he’d hired this studly star for his new movie just ’cause Bree told him to.”
    “And I ruined her life how?” Alex waited for the explanation.
    “You said, ‘Get over yourself, Pinocchio — your surgically improved nose is growing. Your dad couldn’t care less what you think.’”
    “Ugh, that’s ugly,” Alex agreed. “And ‘you’ did your usual diss on my outfit.” She struck a pose, showing off the flannel shirt covering her sleeveless black tee, scruffy jeans, and scuffed Doc Marten boots. “You called me a goth cow, which I thought was way much and so out of date.”
    “Okay, let’s review,” Cam proposed, lowering her voice as a crew of noisy juniors swept past. “We can’t be in two places at once —”
    “Unless,” Alex mused, “we stumbled into some kind of spell. You know, like, said the wrong thing without realizing it or handled a weird combo of crystals and herbs —”
    “We checked the books,” Cam reminded her. “There wasn’t one spell in them that could have given us personality transplants.”
    Cam shook her head. “I mean, I know for absolute certain that I never put a spell on Cade. Please. That is so ridiculous. I mean, you saw me in the lunchroom, right? When would I have had time to get all next to him and then put him in a trance? Wasn’t me,” she asserted, pulling her art portfolio out of her locker. In about fifteen minutes, they
would
be in two places at once — they’d be in two different classrooms.
    “Yes, and …?” Alex prompted, having picked up on Cam’s thought.
    “The thing, the clone, whatever it is, only attacks us when we’re separated,” Cam explained. “Which we will be again the minute you’re in chem lab and I’m in Mrs. Wagner’s art class … unless —” Her striking gray eyes lit with sudden inspiration. “Unless we hang together —”
    “Right.” Alex made a face. “I’ll just cut lab and show up unexpectedly for art with you. And my excuse will be?”
    “No, no. We can’t stay together physically. But what if —” Cam was on it — “we keep in touch telepathically,check in every couple of minutes?” Even though she wasn’t a fabulous mind reader, Cam had been able to tune in to her sister’s thoughts for a while now.
    “Sounds like a plan,” Alex said, “especially since the bell’s about to ring.”
    A few minutes later, standing at one of the sinks in the chemistry lab, Alex heard Cam ask,
Having a good time, Madame Curie?
    Excellent,
Alex sent back.
Wearing rubber gloves and safety goggles really does it for me. How ’bout you?
    There was no answer.
    Cam,
Alex tried again.
You okay?… Hello, can you hear me?… Cam, what’s up?… Come on, you’re freaking me.
    “Hello, I’m right here,” an impatient voice said. Alex looked up to see her sister glaring at her across the lab table. The moment she caught Alex’s eye, her expression changed to one of terrible pity.
    “What