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Miriam was working with Rabbi Mandelbaum and now he had the ring. I’d been played, plain and simple. Miriam had told me precisely what I’d wanted to hear, and I’d been so sure of myself that it hadn’t occurred to me that I could be tricked.
I pinged Sienna over and over again until she arrived, staring at me stonily.
“I need your help,” I said.
Her demeanor grew more despondent as I explained about Miriam and losing the ring.
She sank down onto a park bench. “Sure, she was religious, but to betray us?” She rubbed her eyes, exhaustion stamped on her face.
“We lost a battle, but the war’s not over,” I said. “Bring your witches. Bring the Rasha. Join us.”
Portalling into Hex Factor HQ at the front of a group featuring Sienna and the rest of the Rasha was one way to make an entrance.
