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Don’t panic.
Elizabeth’s voice echoed through my head.
Don’t panic.
But there was no way out. After everything I’d survived, after fighting my way through blood and monsters and tombs, I was trapped.
There would be no plaque marking the place of my demise. People might vaguely wonder what had happened to Bryant Jameson Adams, boy wizard, but they’d never know the real truth―there are some things even magic can’t save you from.
Just don’t panic.
“Bryant.” Mom shattered the dulcet tones of Elizabeth’s imaginary voice. “Are you listening?”
“Yes?” My voice wiggled at the lie.
“Bryant, your mother and I are trying to talk to you.” My dad set down his glass of wine and leaned across the dining room table.
“Right.” I nodded. “Sorry, just thinking about…homework.” My voice wiggled agai
