Faith had snuck me in after we’d left the Sol compound. She’d ’ported us both after promising me she’d see any problems with her forethought, and that our mother was elsewhere and wouldn’t spot us. It was just us. Goldie and Maslin had returned to the station. “How does this look? We’re twins. We should at least dress alike occasionally since we missed out as kids.” She wandered to the freestanding full-length oval mirror and turned side to side in front of it. Her blond hair swung around her shoulders. Even the long length of our hair was the same, and now with her dressed as I was in a pair of white shorts and tank top, no one would likely tell us apart. “I have a feeling your motives for dressing the same run deeper than that.” Pressing my hands to her violet silk bedspread, I pushed myself up, and joined her. “What’s ticking through that mind of yours, my tricky sister?” “A plan of intrigue. You took me to meet Goldie and Elizara. Now it’s my turn to bring you to Mum.
