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Mavis turns her back to me. The sun is bright now, and I have to shade my eyes as she walks away, head down, obviously crying.
I don’t know how I feel. My sister, the person I’ve looked up to my whole life, actively helped the monsters who raided the Spring Fling and killed Darcy. She almost killed Nico. She made the decision—without me—to help Mom erase her memories.
Mavis turns back, walking toward me like each foot weighs a thousand pounds. When she’s up close she reaches out, takes both my hands, looks me in the eye and says, “I forgive you.”
“You forgive me?” I shriek. I’ve listened to Mavis’ s**t all last night and then again this morning, but this is the final straw. “For what? For defending the Academy? For helping my friends? What about you, Mavis? Don’t you need forgivenes
