“What?” I said as I stared at my friend dumbly. “I’m not John.” Everyone turned to him. A muscle in his jaw ticked. “I’m Luka, his twin.” Time paused. Jaws dropped. Everything clicked into place with disturbing clarity. John’s two dramatically distinct personalities. How he’d switch from being talkative and friendly to silent and brooding. He’d spend days saying nothing. Lothaire had told us we already knew our substitute. Last night, John had whispered to me he was sorry after he’d heard there would be a substitution. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde were two separate men. Mr. Hyde is Luka. John had
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