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“Ridley?” Shen said. “What—how are you—why are you here?”
“Why are you here?” Ridley demanded, managing to climb to her feet despite the world still swaying around her. The flames she’d sent running up the table leg fizzled away, and an entirely new kind of nausea filled the pit of her stomach. “Oh, watch out!” she shouted as Lawrence lunged for the gun. Shen swung his arm around and elbowed Lawrence in the face. He fell back against the railing, his head smacking on the glass as he let out a yelp.
“I don’t … I don’t understand,” Ridley said. It was as if the world had tipped upside down and she was looking at everything from entirely the wrong angle. Her best friend wanted to kill people, and the guy who represented everything she hated was the one helping her to right her wrongs an
