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An hour or so after Ryske had left, Harlow heard Felipe shouting up the spiral stairs. The youngster called her name, so she quickly finished applying her lip gloss and tossed the tube aside before heading toward his voice.
Telling herself to be confident and optimistic, she ran down the stairs, brushing a hand across Felipe’s cheek as she passed him to float across the den.
“Someone’s here for you,” Felipe said.
Harlow hadn’t so much as paused and twirled to face him as she opened the den door. “I know, honey.”
“Dover doesn’t look happy.”
Peeking around the den door, her grin grew cheerier. “Do I look like I give a crap?”
If she was stuck in Floyd’s until Ryske finished weaving his magic, then her only option was to see her friends there. Dover didn’t have to like the people she
