13. Chapter Thirteen
13. Chapter Thirteen Elle Alec’s words seem to float in a word bubble by his mouth, like he’s a cartoon instead of a person. A troll has broken in through the back of the warehouse. Seeing cartoon bubble talk? That makes it official. I am beyond stressed-out today. Yet another telltale sign of my anxiety is how I still can’t believe Alec’s words, despite the fact that I still see them in a cartoon talk bubble. “Trolls?” I ask. “How?” “I noticed some vials in the kitchen. There’s only one purpose for these particular containers. Your stepmother is a potion master, yes?” “Sure.” “They’re closely aligned with trolls. We better go.” Now, I know we should leave. Yet my feet feel rooted to the spot. Blackaverre betrayed me. She lured me here to let me know Marchesa’s plan to ruin my lif
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