Chapter 44
Astrid I’m lying on my back with my arms folded over my stomach, staring up at the ceiling. So far, I’ve listed all the reasons why I should say f**k it and leave Salem. One: Arlo now knows exactly who Cassandra Jamerson is, so our chances of finding her have risen. Two: I’m impatient, and I want to kill her like really, really bad. Three: I want to slice my sword across her face until she cannot be recognized. Four: I’m bored and making stupid lists like this one. My fingers tap anxiously against my knuckles. The grandfather clock ticks, reminding me of the precious time wasting away. Arlo is out there searching for Cassandra while I lounge here on this couch, waiting for guests to arrive. From upstairs, I have a perfect view of anyone who comes into the gift shop, but it’s been
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