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My heart stopped for a long beat, then went into overdrive.
What the hell were they doing here?
No, no, no.
“Just in time,” Jonathan said before greeting Phillip.
“Good,” he answered, his voice cold. Detached. A far cry from the one I remembered. “I don’t want to miss this event.”
“I know. None of us want to miss it.” He moved to greet Annie, who recoiled behind her father’s leg. “Still wary, child?”
“Yes,” Phillip answered for her. “To keep her calm, I have to give her lots of elixirs.”
Elixirs? To Annie? What the hell was going on?
“That won’t matter if we succeed,” Jonathan said, returning his attention to Phillip.
Phillip took off his jacket and threw it to one of the brutes standing guard. “If we succeed, this will be a historical day for alchemists.”
My heart dropped. H
