Chapter Twenty-ThreeI come back to my senses with a gasp.
No wonder so much fear-music surrounded this vision back in Headspace.
Evening out my breath, I sit still as the implications and revelations explode in my mind.
Ariel was in some warehouse—with the admiral.
She must’ve been kidnapped.
Of course. That’s why she hasn’t been home these last few days.
And given the admiral’s presence, it doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out who’s behind it.
Baba Yaga.
This makes so much sense.
Some of the things the witch said when she had me at the banya now fall into place.
“Leverage is far superior to trust,” she said. “You know she’ll do as I say when I tell her.”
She must’ve been talking about Ariel. I didn’t want to hear her threats and thus pretended to give in, and she must’ve
