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Maya had one rule for surviving the academy: never let Leo Vargas know when he was right.

It was the only thing she had managed to keep intact.

The debate team room smelled like dry erase markers and overconfidence.

Leo leaned against the table, arms crossed. "You always act like you know everything," he said. "But today? I am the one who is right."

Maya rolled her eyes. Qué sorpresa. Then, softer, just for him, No puedo soportarte.

Leo smiled like she had just confessed something.

Then his notebook slid open between them. In careful Spanish, across the top of the page, he had written: No le digas la verdad todavía.