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face, “have a nice day.”
    “We’ve got to talk,” Alex said after school that day, crashing into their room and winging her backpack onto her overburdened bed.
    “You said it!” Cam spun around in her computer chair to glare at her sister.
    “What’s going on?!” they demanded at the same time.
    “Excuse me?” Cam said indignantly.
    “Right back atcha!” Alex growled.
    “Okay. Time-out.” Cam made a T sign with her hands. “Why does Emily think I don’t want a sweet sixteen party?”
    “Duh, let me think.” Alex laid a finger along her cheek exactly as Cam had done during their kitchen confrontation. “Because you told her so?”
    “No way!” Cam was exasperated.
    “Right after you told her I’d rather be dead than go to a sweet sixteen party.”
    “Put on your pj’s, Alex — you must be dreaming!”
    “And I suppose I dreamed up your flirting with Cade today?”
    “Like I dreamed up your telling Beth I thought she needed to get her hair cut by a person instead of a hay mower? I couldn’t believe you came to soccer practice this afternoon and said that right in front of me! Everyone thought you’d gone mental!”
    “Soccer practice? I don’t know what you’re trying to pull,” Alex snapped back. “I didn’t go near your Six Pack of snotty sycophants —”
    “Sycophants? What’d you interrupt your Coventry reading for, a quick dip in the dictionary? Oops, I forgot. You’re not getting initiated —”
    “Oh, really? Who gave you that flash?”
    They were breathing hard, glaring at each other,their hands balled into fists, mouths moving faster than their brains.
    A familiar fragrance wafted off Cam — a clean, crisp scent of chamomile, rosemary, and sweet violets, the scent Alex recognized as her sister’s. Which reinforced the certainty that the stinging spicy odor that had hit her on the bleachers had not been Cam’s. Nor had it been Cade’s warm, fresh scent.
    Alex felt the hot rage draining from her. “Cam, don’t you feel it? Something’s up,” she blurted.
    “Something’s off,” Cam agreed. Her hands uncurled, her hunched fight-or-flight shoulders dropped as she faced … her sister. Her identical twin. Her Alex. “I’ve been trying to tell you that.”
    Alex’s metallic-gray eyes never left Cam’s. “The only thing radically new in our lives is that our Initiation’s started. Maybe whatever’s going on is part of that. I mean, do you think this is some kind of test?”
    “Not a bad idea.” The thought, spoken aloud in a strong, ringing voice, was Lady Rhianna’s. The Coventry Elder was staring into a large, jagged crystal. In the faceted stone she, and the impulsive young witch breathing down her neck, had seen the twins facing off at each other.
    Rhianna sneezed — then frowned accusingly at Boris,the marmalade cat in Ileana’s arms. “Someone is playing a trick on Camryn and Alexandra,” she managed to say before sneezing again.
    “It’s unfair, unjust!” Ileana cried with such passion that Boris leaped off her, screeching and hissing, his orange hackles raised. “Someone is setting them against each other. Forcing them to act out of anger,” she fumed.
    Rhianna raised her eyebrows. “A topic you know a bit about,” she chided.
    But the beautiful young witch didn’t take the bait. “We’ve got to warn them. This is not a rehearsal — they’re being viewed right now!”
    “So they are,” the Elder continued, relieved that the cat, to which she was allergic, had scampered away. “And even though we didn’t plan this, I say we don’t interfere. It will be a perfect — if unexpected — test of intuition for them to flush out and deal with this wild card they’ve been dealt.”
    “It’s a bad idea,” the twin’s guardian asserted hotly. “A very bad idea! Someone is cheating! Someone with a stake in ruining my charges’ Initiation!”
    “My charges! So it’s all about Ileana.” Rhianna pulled a cloth purposefully over the