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The three of us sat scrunched together, panting in the back of the cab. My limbs tingled with fatigue, Devon looked like he was fighting a migraine, and Elizabeth was so pale she looked like Snow White.
“What the hell happened?” Devon whispered as the cabbie sped toward Columbus Circle. It wasn’t far. Normally we would have walked. But I wanted to be hidden in the car, to disguise our scent, to run away and hide from more evil lunch ladies trying to kidnap me. Also, sitting felt really good.
“Not now,” I whispered back after a long moment.
Devon scowled and shut his eyes.
“Elizabeth, can you text Eric and ask him to meet us at the entrance?” Mom had given me back the magical phone, but not the one that was actually capable of things like calling or texting.
Elizabeth pulled out he
