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It took me a long time to sleep because: one, we were in a different place, undercover among what were supposed to be evil witches. Two, I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that my mother had been a Nightmist witch and voilà, here I was. Was it coincidence or fate? And three, I was certain Fabula and Cyrene would burst into my bedroom at any moment.
Plus, I couldn’t shake what Evelyn and I had overheard. Two witches talking about getting rid of Fabula? What had that been about?
When I woke up a handful of hours later, I felt like a truck had run me over. I was tired, hungry, and grumpy. If we weren’t on a mission, I would have told these witches to flip off and slept some more.
Instead, I flung my covers aside, took a quick shower, and put on the simplest black dress in my close
