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Moves that I’d played along with.

I watched Sierra transform into Luna, or maybe she’d always been Luna…

Two people living as one.

Two liars wearing the same skin.

Two women who had no idea what was coming for them.

Now that I knew the truth, there was no way I was letting this go.

No way that I was lettinghergo.

Sierra Chan had no idea what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into.

CHAPTER 19

SIERRA

My brain fumbled from the lack of sleep as an exhausted yawn left my lips.

It was around seven in the evening when game day finally came to a close—we played three matches today, two warm-ups and one actual match.

And we won all three as if it were a breeze in the park.

I couldn’t wait for the next rounds, where we would only have to play one match per game day and be done with it.

All my running around from the past couple of weeks was catching up to me. I was training all night with the team, then staying up in the morning to keep up pretenses as both Sierra and Luna.

I was dead tired.

My body hurt even thinking of the long wait for an Uber that I had to catch and escape traffic back to Matty’s. It felt like hell to even think about it.

My exhaustion wasn’t the only problem riddling my body. It was also a weird kind of sadness laced with confusion. Every tenth second, my thoughts drifted back to the memory of Matty’s breath fanning across my skin like a hot whisper, his lips so close to mine that without even touching mine, they scorched me alive.

I had no idea what to make of it. He didn’t call it a mistake, yet he said something like that wouldn’t happen again.

But it didn’t change the truth, right?

The truth that Matty Evans wanted to kiss me.

Or maybe it was just another hormonal chemical reaction.

“Si, you can stay with us, you know?” Tin’s question tugged me away from my thoughts.

I yawned into my palms once again.

“You can go back in the morning…or you can hang out with me and the gang.” He shrugged.

That did sound like a good suggestion.

Could I really stay with my friends without drawing much suspicion?

Matty wouldn’t tell on me to my parents, would he?

If he did, Mom would be on the next call wanting detailed descriptions of the address I was staying along with the said friend’s phone number, and she would definitely connect the dots if I mentioned Tin.

“Nah.” I waved a hand, peering at him through my heavy lids. “I’ll manage.”

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