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Lauren had a point about our clothes situation, given three of our six-member party wore nothing, but the bigger issue of getting past the double act beyond the steel doors took precedence.
We turned away from the bothersome vamp, after a last check assured us his eyes were still closed. How we hadn’t disturbed him puzzled me. Something told me the beings’ hearing held as much acuteness as my own, yet not even an eyebrow twitch affected his features. It took a lot to turn my back on him when so much rode on us getting to the exit unhindered.
With each additional step, we drew one supernatural after another to the front of their cage, their knuckles white as they gripped the bars—the could-be-witch, shifter, wolf, shifter, another possible witch.
Those who spoke kept their voices low
