No.
But.
This wasn’t Kash.
He looked like Kash. He was speaking like Kash.
He was acting as if he was Kash.
Buthe was not Kash.
The realization hit me hard, in my chest.
I started breathing hard.
Sweat ran down my back, chilling me at the same time.
This was him.
The twin. I knew it. I so knew it.
Oh my God.
What should I do?
Kash! Where was Kash?
I froze, my entire body locking up.
“What’s wrong?” he clipped out, impatient.
I had to try it. “Raccoon.”
And I waited.
Nothing. No reaction.
Sooonot Kash.
Soseriouslynot Kash,
But there was another thing bugging me.
It was in the back of mind.
It was there …
Something about this guy. Somethingelseabout this guy.
Who … What?
An alarm was blaring inside of me.
Screw all that.
What do I do here?
Lie. Be fake. Act.