Emotional Overload
With my words, Mrs. Santiago focuses, and soon her workshop jolts once more. Once it has settled, I get up and head for the door. "Now, let's get inside before-" Suddenly, my hand is stilled by the sounds of rushing footsteps and shouting from beyond the workshop door. Two voices and sets of footsteps, be precise. "I thought you were watching them? How did you lose her?!" "It's not like I was staring at them while they did voodoo s**t! She locks the door any time she's in here, with or without them!" "Well, that's not happening anymore, that's for certain. But where did she go?" "How should I know?! Their car is still here, and security hasn't seen anyone coming or going other than you since they arrived." "You shouldn't have let that other witch in. She probably teleported her somew
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