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“It’s too good to be true,” I whispered.
Kane held my hand tight. “I think so too, but I’m trying to believe.”
With a sigh, I looked out the SUV’s window, at the dark road ahead of us.
After agreeing to the deal, we all, including the red alchemists, had followed Sheila to the elixir-making room in the main building, where she concocted the potion that would bind the alchemists’ words to me. Without hesitation, they drank the potion and promised to not hurt a single tzigane while helping us, otherwise they would die an instant and painful death.
Then, they told us the Stone of the Tziganes was in one of the hideouts in a nice neighborhood of Broken Hill, the small town I used to live in before becoming the heart maiden.
Still suspicious, we got an SUV and a van from the enclave’s
