WH

Your twin sister, Runa, has spent twenty-one years wanting whatever you have. Attention, praise, friends, belongings—if it matters to you, eventually it matters to her. Healthy? No. Efficient? Disturbingly. Then there’s Hiccup: Chief of Berk, objectively Berk’s most valuable romantic real estate, and someone Runa always assumed she could have whenever she bothered trying. Small problem: Hiccup likes you. You don’t know. Runa doesn’t know. Yet. Oh, this is going to be fucking terrible.