Chapter Thirty-Two
Nadaria danced with Codi, who talked a million miles a minute about Lola and the progress she’d made. The palms of her hands were barely burned this time, and as she suspected, with her renewed faith in Sorin, her emotional strength had been more than enough to destroy the third spell jar. Everyone had been so excited to see her tonight because she’d missed the last two dance sessions. The air was so different from the first time she’d met everyone. Bright smiles twinkled on everyone’s faces, and their feet moved with sure grace to the steps she’d taught them. Laughter, so merry, competed with the record player, and her heart floated on it. She was an addict. Forever hooked on other people’s joy. The record player wound down, and she turned to restart it, but the four maids stood behin
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