He glowered. “What?”
“I know whyIwant out of the Games. But why do you? Isn’t this your big lovey-dovey dream?”
He wrenched his shoulder from my grip. “None of your business.”
I felt like crying, but I also felt like punching him in the face.
“Actually, it is my fucking business,” I said. “I’m your twin brother, dude. Or did you forget that?”
Saffron crossed his arms. “Really? Because lately, you’re not acting like it.”
I sputtered. “What are you talking about?You’rethe one who’s not acting like it!”
“Whatever.”
Shaking his head, Saffron turned to leave. I cut him off.
“Just tell me why you’re not interested,” I demanded.
He opened his mouth to tell me off when I heard a vibration. He paused, pulled his phone out of his pocket, smiled at it, then shoved it back in.
“Gotta go,” he said quickly, then tore down the hall.
What the hell was that about? That was suspicious as fuck.
I wasn’t letting Saffron go without an explanation. Two, now, actually.
I bolted after him, pumping my muscles hard. Good thing we were matched for speed, just like everything else.
I collided into him right in front of Crimson’s room. A full-length mirror hung outside his door so his vain ass could triple-check his outfit before leaving.
“Dude, let go,” Saffron fumed.
“Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
Saffron’s face turned red with rage. “I don’t have to tell you everything that happens in my life, especially since you’ve been such a dick lately!”
Now my face was definitely red, too. “What the actual fuck are you saying? I’ve been nothing but nice to you!”
Saffron laughed humorlessly. “Okay, sure, bro.”
I gripped his shirt in my fists. I was about to shake the stupidity out of him.
Then I saw motion in the corner of my eye.
It was our reflections in the mirror.
We looked exactly the same. Without my hair dye, we’d reverted to total identical twins. The same sunshine-yellow hair, the same furious expression...
How could two people who looked so similar act so distant? How could we be so angry with each other?
Saffron noticed it, too. He stared wordlessly at the mirror, his mouth a tight line.
I eased my grip on him. It was hard to keep holding on while we stared at our reflections.
Saffron blew out a breath and looked away. “Let’s just get through this.”
I didn’t look away. I kept staring at the mirror, fixated on us.
