POV: Mina (Age 17)
I stood before the small mirror we'd brought to the temple years ago, scissors in hand, and studied my reflection.
My hair was already cut short from the rough job I'd done over Rafe's grave, but it was uneven and ragged. If I was going to convince anyone I was Rafe Sterling, I needed to look exactly like him.
I'd spent nine years studying my twin. I knew every detail of his appearance, every mannerism, every gesture. I knew how he walked, how he held his shoulders, how his face shifted when he was thinking.
Now I had to become him.
I started with the hair, carefully trimming and shaping it to match Rafe's exact style. The length, the way it fell across his forehead, the slight wave at the back. I'd watched him in mirrors enough times to know precisely how it should
