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All the color drains from my face. What did she just call me? I look around. “Greta, how does the Oracle know who’s in here? Is there a camera around?”
Suddenly, I’m suspicious when I had no doubts on the drive down and none when I was attacked last night by that little hellion. The Oracle could recount every minute detail of my life and it shouldn’t surprise me considering who my family is and what they can do. Yet, the use of Sebastian's nickname has me on edge. Was it intentional or merely a way for her to describe me? It’s not like we gave her our names.
“There is a camera for security purposes.” She points to the corner of the room. “Let’s get going. She’s waiting.” Greta takes me down a long hallway and up a short flight of stairs. “Before you go in, you need to know a few
