Chapter Twenty-Three
For several minutes, Jessica continued to lay on her bed and waited for Frank to return. Finally, she realized something must have gone wrong. She frowned and stood to check the imp’s dollhouse, just to be sure. The couch was wet and she felt bad about that, but even worse, Frank still wasn’t there to fuss at her about it.
Confused, she returned to her desk and looked at the cards again.
“Dammit,” she muttered. She had been so focused on his evil cousin that when she first checked to see whether he had returned to his card, she had failed to realize that behind him was Frank.
Her familiar was still trapped.
She sighed and decided that it was time to tell her grandma what was going on. It would be a disaster if the old lady snuck out of the house and left her at a
