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After Hester and Peony left my bedroom, I tried sleeping, but I had a fitful night. I tossed and turned most of the time, and whenever I slept, I dreamed that Fabula was torturing Killian again. Or that she had found out about the blood promise and killed me before we could do anything.
When Fabula called me in the middle of the morning, I was tired and grumpy, but I sucked it up and went to her. I didn’t want to give her reasons to take out my defiance on my friends.
This time, Cyrene took me to the throne room. A handful of witches were in there, in the TV area—Lorie, Keeva, Dot, Hester, Peony, and a couple more. But Fabula wasn’t with them. She stood between the throne and a new addition to the room: a black pedestal where the box sat prettily, like an artifact in a museum.
The t
