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Kaye’s POV
Well crap.
It’s the same trick.
Fae goes frozen but it’s not because she’s surprised. The cluttering of utensils reaches my ear. Sitting across from me, Fae had let loose her grip on her fork and spoon and she’s now sending daggers at the girl standing beside me. I don’t have to see her know that she’s ready to stand up and kill someone. I blink my lids, water dripping from my eyelashes. Would you look at that? My clothes aren’t see through but it feels icky. That’s when I realize that this isn’t water. Rather, it was juice.
