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The weight of both phones in my pockets kept me sane as my limp body drifted through the tunnels. I don’t know if it was Eric steering my floating form through the darkness and he was being extra nice for getting me sent to auction, or if the woman’s magic kept me hovering and she was trying to prove she was a humane kidnapper by making my journey smooth. Whichever it was, they kept my head from ramming into the walls as we wound our way through the tunnels.
I couldn’t see. I couldn’t move.
I wished I couldn’t smell.
Unfortunately for me, my nose was working like a champ. From the musty room where I’d woken up, we went back through the stink from Hell and then into someplace that smelled like a burning woodstove.
For a while, I tried to rally my body to fight against the spell the
