you don’t want to do this today.” “What if I do?” Just yell at me, goddammit. He shrugs. “It’s your funeral.” I nod, ready for it. Akara takes a breath and sizes me up. “Normally, I’d love this twin swap. Pulling one over on Epsilon—classic.” His eyes land on mine in a glare. “But I honestly hate this whole thing because I could have had a week without you. Joke is on me, per fucking usual.”
