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SixJonah almost completely forgot about Gabriel and his troubles at Sanctum. He had no doubts that Terrence probably did, too. They followed Reena to her art studio, where she practically resided for the past few weeks.
Reena's painting stood as majestic as ever, but her table was a complete mess of scratch paper, bone-dry ink pens, and pages full of numbers and words. She turned to face them, looking so frazzled that Jonah would have offered her a drink had she been a drinker.
“Right now, I am so taxed emotionally and physically that I don't know what to do,” she said. “I have had to mimic essences and intentions full of anger, malice, ambition, deviousness, savage pleasure, and, in some cases, even fear. If I have been a b***h, that's why. But I have what we wanted. I know what we
