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“Scarlett…” I frowned slightly, still clinging to the edge of my dreams, struggling not to get caught up in reality and plunge into hell. Al would face Calum in a few hours. “Scarlett, wake up,” Christy’s gentle voice insisted. This time, I opened my eyelids and saw the sweet face of the witch leaning over me, barely lit by torchlight. Groggy, I swallow and clear my throat. “What time is it?” Christy shook her head. “I don’t have a watch or a cell phone. I don’t know exactly, but I would say it’s not far from three in the morning.” I slowly sat up on my mattress and rubbed my eyes. “Why did you wake me up so early, everyone is already up?” “No,” she replied, “just you and me.” I gave her a questioning look. “I need your help. For Al.” “What’s going on?” “Shhh! Dress warmly
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